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Childish Fears

Dear Cosmo,

I must be completely absurd! I'm writing letters to a dead person for pete's sake! Maybe I really am losing my marbles like Sonic said, but aren't I too young to lose my marbles? Maybe Sonic's just teasing me again, he can be so annoying sometimes!

But I disgress, I am writing this to talk to you about, well not to talk to you about, but to tell you, because I know that it will be merely impossible for you to reply. Anyway, I'm wandering off subject again, I tend to do that a lot now, haven't the slightest clue why. I just wanted to tell you...Cosmo I love you and I-

Tails groaned in aggravation, he glared at the piece of paper, and it glared back at him, if that was even possible, which he doubted it was, maybe he was just paranoid? Groaning once again, he screwed up the piece of paper, and tossed it away in anger. He rolled his eyes when the paper ball bounced off of the pile of screwed up pieces of paper that lay in the bin. All of which were failed letters to his dearly deceased.

This was so frustrating! Why was he even bothering to do all of this anyway? Cosmo was gone! Gone! Dead and gone. No longer here. So why was he doing this to himself. Letting out a frustrated yell, Tails kicked the leg of his desk, only to two seconds later, pull back his foot and gasp in pain.

Hopping around, he massaged his foot, and waited for the pain to slowly ebb away. When the pain finally subsided. Tails started yelling at his desk.

...

Wait.

He. Was. Yelling. At. His. Desk.

Yep, he's definately lost it.

Running a his gloved hands through his matted with sweat fur, Tails dropped down on the small armchair that sat in the corner of the room, and let out a moan of despair. He was going absolutely bonkers! Maybe he needed a therapist of some kind? Right, like that would be the answer. 'Hi, my name's Tails and I try to communicate with my deceased friend, who is a girl, and I may or may not be still in love with her even though she's dead...What's your name?' Tails scowled at his own thoughts.

This was hopeless!

A sudden crash of thunder caused Tails to shriek in suprise, (that was not at all girly by the way,) and jump up, only to knock over the small table that sat next to the armchair.

The shattered glass that covered the carpeted floor, was not a welcoming sight. Standing up, Tails took a few shaky steps towards the crumpled piece of paper that lay on the foor. He picked it up, and with a delicate movement, he gently stroked the thin material, that held a picture of a person he once loved. He still loved.

Her face haunted him, he saw it everywhere, no matter where he looked. Her presence still lingered around him, no matter how much time had passed. The glow of her blue eyes use to captivate him, he loved her eyes, but now, as he stared down into the portrait, they taunted him. It's almost as if they had chased away all of the sanity within him, and all he had to do was just look into them...

The pain was just too real for him. A person his age shouldn't be going through such sadness. He just wished he could of held her longer, tight enough so that she would never have had to leave him alone.

Even though it had been almost a year, the wounds of his pain were still open, it was almost as if they were never going to heal. No one understood what he was going through, no matter how much they tried to understand, they just couldn't.

He was sick of it. Sick of living in a world of sadness everyday, he can't even remember the last time he had fully smiled, not a forced smile that he gave to his friends so they would not worry about him. Oh no, a real smile. He sees her face every night in his once pleasant dreams, and he always wakes up screaming. Choked sobs would rack his body, until he cried himself to sleep once again. That would happen about five times per night.

Cosmo. That name haunted him and sent shivers down his spine. He was unable to say that name without breaking into a fresh batch of tears. So he never talked about her, but he always thought about her... He can still remember the day he promised her that she wouldcome home with him and live with him on mobius with their friends. But the universe wouldn't have it, and neither would the Materex.

When she cried, he would comfort her, and tell her everyhing was going to be alright, no matter how much the odds were stacked against him. He had to be there for her, he had to be brave for her. He has tried, and tried, to convince himself that she will never come back. To convince himself that she was gone. She can never return and it's all his fault. But, no matter how much his head agreed with this, his heart would not.

When she died, she had taken away parts of him. In truth, when he first met her, she turned his life upside down. She taught him many things science could not teach. She taught him how to love. Sounds cliche right? And Tails hated nothing more than anything involving the word 'cliche'. The whole concept was just ridiculous in his opinion.

Which makes him a complete hypocrite, doesn't it? And that was another thing Tails despised. It wasn't his fault that he fell in love. People say that when you're young, you don't know a thing about love. But thats a lie. Just a straight forward lie. Anyone with atleast some intelligence could figure out that, no matter who you are, or how old you are, you can always fall in love, no matter what.

Tails took one last look at the picture, before slamming it face down on the table. He then proceeded to attempt to pick up the glass, only to tear a hole in his gloved hand and cut his finger. Gasping in pain, Tails held his finger tightly, and attempted to get his breathing under control.

Deeming his breathing normal, Tails took a peek at his injured finger, and sighed in relief when he saw that it was not serious. He then attempted to pick up the glass once again, only this time, he did it with care.

Tails chuckled half-heartedly to himself, he only had one thing to blame his madness on, and do you know what that one thing was? Girls. The answer to all his questions and the questions to all of his answers. Girls were the one species Tails truly didn't understand, and he was quite a smart kid.

Rubbing his tired eyes, Tails began to make his way up to his bedroom, but not before stopping to then pick up the small photograph, and give it a short, quick kiss. Chuckling dryly once again, Tails began to make his way upstairs once again.

When he got into bed, Tails thoughts were of Cosmo, and nothing else.

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