As the morning began to slowly dissolve into the afternoon, the park was beginning to become crowded with people. The weather was beautiful, as it was any other day. The sun was shining, there wasn't a cloud in sight and the weather itself was moderate, not too hot, nor too cold. As the people began to enter the park to enjoy the beautiful day, Sonic was still sitting in the same place he was in when he woke up, under the shade of an oak tree by the lake.
He began tossing stones into the water, watching them skip a few times before sinking to the depths of the lake. As he picked up each stone, he always stopped before tossing it. He couldn't help but think his decision to be away from Amy wasn't the best option. However, he didn't have many options to begin with.
"What am I going to do?" he asked aloud, as he tossed the stone, "Thinking about it now, it seems really cruel and unfair to Amy to break her heart like that, but I don't want her to be harmed because of me."
He tapped his foot on the ground, trying to come up with answers. Life before, he was unsure of what to do. He found himself in that tug-of-war with himself, not sure whether to give in and confess or not tell her and keep her safe. It was a win-lose scenario, regardless of which way he went with it.
"Maybe I should try to clear my head from all this," Sonic determined, "If I can get my mind off of this, maybe I can come to a better decision."
With that, he got up and began walking down the walk/bike path. He walked until he reached the city. The cars zooming past as he approached them. He inhaled the morning air and smiled to himself.
"I'm not going to think about any of this," Sonic vowed to himself, "I'm going to get a chili dog, I'm going to enjoy it and then I'll think about what I'm going to do. Who knows, maybe I can forget about the whole thing and pretend like it never happened. Here's hoping."
Confident he was going to forget about the whole mess he was in, he walked into the busy streets and began walking down the sidewalks into the heart of the city. As he walked, he had a smile on his face and a stride that didn't make him seem out of place. As he walked, he let his mind wander free of anything that had to do with the events of the past few days.
As he turned the corner, he noticed there was a flower vender selling bouquets of different flowers to people. When he approached, the young man behind the booth spotted Sonic and called out to him.
"Hey, Sonic!" he shouted, as Sonic came to a complete stop, "You want to buy some flowers?"
"Um, no thanks," answered Sonic, with a smile, "I don't have any money on me today. Maybe next time, okay?"
"Not to worry," the vendor said, as he grabbed a bouquet from behind the booth, "Take some on me! It's the least I could do for all you've done for the city, Sonic."
Sonic smiled and was just about to take the bouquet, when he looked at the handful of pink roses he was holding. His heart raced and sweat began forming on the back of his neck.
"Thanks," he said nervously, "But I can't take them. I'm...um...allergic to them..."
Before the vendor could say anything, Sonic walked away, not fast, but enough to get himself out of earshot.
"It's okay, hedgehog," he said, as he turned onto Main Street, "It was just a coincidence, that's all. Let's just forget about it."
As he continued to walk, he managed to walk past two young girls, a blonde and a brunette, sitting on a bench, waiting for the bus. When he was near them, both of them spotted him and called out to him.
"Oh, my God!" the brunette shouted in that typical fan-girl manner, "Look, Stacey, its Sonic the Hedgehog!"
Sonic stopped walking when they both got up from the bench and stood in front of him. Sonic smiled and blushed a little bit. Quite honestly, he wasn't really too fond of fan-girls, but he had managed to grow used to it, with him being famous and all.
"Wow, this is an honor indeed!" the blonde girl, named Stacey, said, "Can we have your autograph?"
"Well...um...sure, I guess," he said nervously, as he began blushing. Then, the brunette reached into her backpack that she had on and pulled out a picture of Sonic. Then, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a blue pen and handed it to him.
Sonic took the items from the girl and asked, "Alright, who am I making this out to?"
The brunette smiled and said, "Stacey and Amy!"
Sonic froze in a heartbeat. His heart was racing even faster than before. He began writing out the autograph, but when it came to the name "Amy" he froze, trying to get himself to write it on the picture.
"A-M-Y," Amy said, spelling out the name for him. Sonic smiled, quickly wrote on the picture, handed it to them and jogged off, not saying another word. When the girls looked at the picture, they so excited about the idea that they got an autograph that they didn't notice the name "Amy" was actually just a bunch of scribbles.
"What's going on?" Sonic asked himself, as he jogged down the road, "Why is everywhere I go reminding me of Amy? This can't all be just a coincidence, it just can't be!"
Sonic slowed to a walk when he was several blocks away. He continued to walk down the road until he came to an embroidery store. He looked in the window as he walked past and froze once again.
In the window of the shop was a hand-woven rug, hung so everyone who passed could see it. The rug was pretty long and was woven using only blue and pink thread. The colors intertwined with each other, making the design look whole, beautiful and complete.
Sonic ran down the street, trying to avert his eyes from anything else that seemed to remind him of Amy. When he was even more blocks away, he stopped, leaning on a pole, trying to calm his rapid heart rate. When he was sure his heart was calm, be began walking down the road again.
"This can't be happening!" he asked aloud, as he turned the corner, "Something seems wrong with all this. It's almost like my subconscious is trying to tell me something."
Sonic took several deep breaths, as he began walking down a street that was filled with apartment buildings. They were pretty tall and pretty congested together. He smiled as he walked down the road, for he knew nothing down here would remind him of Amy.
As he walked on the sidewalk, he watched, as a couple began walking out of their apartment building, hand-in-hand. The moment Sonic saw them, his heart stopped once again and his body froze where he was.
The man, who was about middle-aged, was wearing a blue dress shirt with a black tie and black suit pants. His girl, who appeared to be his wife, was wearing a pink dress that went all the way down to her feet, barely showing the red dress shoes she wore.
"What is going on here?" he asked, as he began backing away, "Why is this happening? What does it all mean?"
Unable to bear the sight anymore, he found himself running down the street, going as fast as he could possible could go. He didn't stop this time, he didn't look around, nor did he stop to think. He just kept going until he came to a stop in the field he often went to. It was the same field where he was confronted with Cream, Tails and Knuckles, the same field where Tails had overheard him talking to himself. He stopped here, hoping to clear his head of everything.
"Is this some kind of sign?" he asked himself, as he sat in the middle of the field, overlooking the city skyline, "Is this someone trying to tell me that we're supposed to be together? Are we destined to be together? Are these signs of some kind, or messages?"
He looked to the sky and saw one little white cloud rolling past. He looked at it in shock, as it began to morph into something that looked like Amy's head. Unable to bear anymore, he lied flat on the grass, still staring at the one cloud. Then, he closed his eyes softly and began to smile, thinking of how each of the events seemed to have some kind of meaning.
"All these signs, all these subliminal messages," he said to himself, "Are they trying to tell me to confess to Amy? Are they telling me to follow my heart and not my logic? Are they signs of love?"
Before he could say or do anything else, his ear twitched in the involuntary manner that they always did, for he heard the sounds of footsteps approaching.
