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Waiting For Wind
Nothing could catch the wind as it's gentle breath would slid right through a person's fingers.
Nothing could stop the wind as windmills only spun it's way.
The wind was a powerful source and it would stop for nothing… except it's rose.
They deemed him the wind, just as fast and just as unpredictable. Some days the streak of blue would blow right by whipping hair and fur into the citizens' eyes. Other days you could see it, as strange as that seemed. The blue hedgehog would stand there on a rooftop smiling faintly upon silent secrets that flowed through the city below, no one could understand the wind…
Except her. Everyday she would rush to her window to catch sight of her hero as he streaked past. Run out and find he was already gone with only the leafs tumbling silently down in his wake. "SONIC!" Sometimes she would call his name and sometimes he returned, sometimes he didn't.
In the end though he always came back, like the wind; he was always there.
Then she would hold him, just to feel his breath for she was the only one that could contain something so free if only for an instant. Then he was gone… again only to appear in a time of need and once more she would feel the wind's breath.
She never took advantage of how lucky she was to have him because without the wind time seemed to stop and life was still, empty. She would close her eyes and listen for his call, whistling over the distant horizon and wait for the blue blur to appear smiling as he halted before her with a simple rose in hand.
To the wind a rose was delicate; push to hard and all the petals would fall. He always treaded careful when around his rose, to guard constantly against snapping of the stem or crushing of the bloom. No one would hurt her not with him there.
He hated to see the dew swelling up on her slender lashes and staining her cheeks red with sorrow. He just wanted to hold her close and caresses her petals with a tenderness of breeze but he knew why she was crying, for every time she feared the wind would not return. On the hot blistering days it would not come and blow away the heat.
Only the wind could save her from burning.
So Amy would sit in front of her house watching the petals dropping silently with each moment he was away. Would look to the distance, waiting. Each would fall and whether a day or two… it always felt like an eternity without him.
"I wish I could catch the wind" but compared to him she felt rooted to spot like a delicate rose unable to put up chase and only wait knowing he would return. As the last petal would fall, before it even reached the waiting ground he would be there, smiling. "Amy?" She would lift her head and smile too.
The wind wasn't ready to stop and would probably never be. It was okay though, it was worth it. If it took forever just for a second in time then she'd wait, because that second with him was worth an eternity without.
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