Tails was walking by the graveyard one day when he spotted a forlorn, weeping figure kneeling by a gravestone. He hated to see anyone so sad, especially on such a happy day. He walked toward the person. As he approached, he saw that it was Cream. Cream noticed him through the corner of her eye. She quickly dried her eyes, not wanting Tails to see her cry.

"Cream...? What's wrong?"

Cream tried to answer him, but her voice was faltering, threatening to burst into tears again.

"I-It's just that y-you're supposed to b-be h-happy on Easter, b-but I n- never am..."

She began to cry again. Tails patted her on the back.

"Why is that?"

Cream began to calm down. She could talk again.

"Two years ago, there was a fire in my house. My mother had left the stove on when she went out. We were upstairs when we heard the smoke detector. The fire had already spread to the only staircase, and we couldn't get down. My mother was telling me to fly out the window, but I didn't want to leave them. I wasn't strong enough to carry them. She threw me out the window, and told me to go get help. I ran to the firehouse as fast as I could, but when we got back, my house had burned down along with... with..."

She couldn't bring herself to say 'my family'. She burst into tears again.

"I'm so sorry," Tails whispered. He threw his arms around her. "I know how you feel. My mother died when I was young, and I never knew my father."

Cream hugged him back.

"Cream?" Tails said softly. "I always celebrate Easter alone. W-Would you come back to my house with me?"

Cream nodded, not trusting her voice. She kissed him on the cheek. Tails blushed.

"Come on, let's go," said Tails.

And the two walked down the road, hand in hand, already thinking about a future together.