Funeral (Sonic x Sara)
Requested by Guest
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It was the day after the funeral.
The land of the sky was quiet, in mourning. The skies were blue as always, but today it just looked like bleak watercolour, or a dusty old cloth thrown away somewhere to have it out of the way. The sun shone, but it didn't even feel warm anymore, and the grass rustled in the wind, looking dead to the rest of the world…
The doors were closed, but not locked. The curtains had been drawn, and twilight reigned in the hallways. The meeting room whispered 'the leader is dead', with its empty chairs and useless documents. And Sonic crept by the room quietly, looking for another door altogether.
Putting a hesitant hand on the handle, he then pushed the door open. Sonic came in, entering quietly, and sat on her bed beside her. She gazed at the floor emptily, clad in a fuzzy black sweater with her tail hanging sadly down from the covers.
Sonic felt like an intruder, when hesitantly putting his arms around her.
"I'm sorry," he began. The words felt like screaming in the silence. He swallowed. "I… I wasn't able to – I'm sorry I couldn't save your father."
"It's not your fault," she said hollowly. Sonic's heart ached at hearing her voice. At seeing her like this. She was an exquisite painting, stripped of all colour, a lovely melody, but sung completely false.
And he didn't know what to say anymore. "I'm sorry," he repeated uselessly. He patted her back carefully, hoping to show her some comfort. I'm here for you
"You could come and live with us, if you want to," Sonic hesitantly offered.
"Why," she said emptily.
"So you… You won't be alone." That sounded rude. He didn't have any words left. She didn't have any spirit left. They used to travel everywhere, with Tails, and now… You'll love our cottage
She let out a sigh. And then she turned to face Sonic, and he ceased in his patting. She stared at him, and then she turned her head downcast again. "Maybe."
Sonic swallowed again. "I'm sorry…" He patted her back again, and felt useless.
"Thank you," she whispered. And Sonic died inside, because this frail girl, had nothing in common with the energetic adventurer he once knew…
It was the day after the funeral, and it was the day when Sara cried, and when Sonic looked like a shadow, and Tails didn't know what to do anymore. It was the day after the funeral, and it was the day when Sara moved in with the two mobians…
And tomorrow was the day, when a single little flower bloomed.