a/n: Built for the struggle.
I know you can hear me.
You don't have to cry.
You don't have to shed any more tears for my sake.
I'm not gone yet.
I'm not dead.
Did you scoop out the soil with your own hands? Not yet? Just wait a while longer.
Just wait for me.
Can you see me? Lying still?
There goes most of my blood.
I'm not gone yet.
I'm not dead.
You shield my body with your own. You glance at me...frantic. Furious.
You're in pain.
But I'm not gone yet.
I'm not dead.
You make a silent vow with those eyes and charge forward.
Was that the promise?
You won't die, will you?
That's good. We can live together, finally.
I'm not gone yet, Sonic.
I'm not dead.
The clarity fades from me as I'm sucked back into my broken shell.
The pain is immense, but numb against my skin.
I think to myself that if I can share a moment with you, I can finally let go forever.
I'm not gone yet.
But I might be soon.
You notice me and before I know it, in the noise of the explosions and gunfire, I feel your hand on my head.
The pain comes back into sharp focus.
I scream out in agony.
I try to.
My cries fade to nothing.
I can feel my heart beating faster, louder. It hurts.
Everything hurts.
The world falls away from me.
I'm not dead yet.
I'm not gone.
You don't have to shed any more tears for my sake.
You don't have to cry.
I know you can hear me.
She runs through the bustling city streets in her bright red dress, and eventually tackles her favourite blue hero.
He doesn't push her away as she snuggles into his back, her arms around his waist.
"Ames...it's been a while."
She nods and releases him.
A silk scarf is around her neck. She smiles and breathes in, then looks at him lovingly.
Her lips move.
There is no sound.
But as she smiles again, he knows that it's perfectly fine.
He can hear her loud and clear.
