"Uh, Hi Sonic! I was just... erm... wondering... we've been friends for quite a while now and, uh... I haven't really seen you in a few years and I was just wandering... would you... like... to go... on a date sometime? I know I sound silly but uh, please... can we just try it... Love you... Amy Rose..." That was one of my best friends, Amy Rose, we had known each other ever since pre-school and, there's no doubt about, she has developed feelings for me over the years.
She had helped me overcome a great depression and helped with whatever I need for a long time, but I just started to slowly push her away. I'm quite shocked this is the first time she's contacted me in any form for about 5 years.
Later that day, I was called to a hospital where I saw Amy slowly dying from a gunshot wound. I held her hand and before she passed away, she stared directly into my eyes and said "I love you... Sonic... so much..." At first I had felt nothing, but then it hit me. Waves of depression hit my heart like a waves of the sea against cliffside rocks.
The person who had helped me through school, the person who helped me get over the depression I had felt after my brother, Shadow, had hung himself, the person who had always cared about me... was gone...