To reviewer amyR90: Yeah! Amy fans unite! Thanks for reviewing both stories, actually. Just felt I'd thank you here as I'm gonna yabber too much in a Love of Two Hedgehogs. That's good if you say it was confusing, because it was supposed to be. I like having that elusive quality at the beginning and then at the end you go, "Oooh! That's what she meant!" And as to Maria's species...all shall be revealed. Be patient, young grasshopper... And thanks for being the first. Didn't think I'd actually get a review for this because there were Ocs.
2. All I Could Do
Shadow led the young female hedgehog downstairs once they had both calmed down, and he began to bustle about the kitchen as Maria sat down at the table, resting her chin on her teddy bear and staring blankly at the table.
Shadow finally looked at her and broke the deathly silence. "What would you like for breakfast, Maria?"
"What can I have?" she mumbled, her voice muffled by the stuffed animal.
"Anything you want, I suppose." Shadow replied, glancing to the stove that he had already heated up.
"I'll have whatever you're having."
"You sure?"
"Yes, please," she answered, finally looking up at him.
He moved back to the stove and took two eggs from the carton, bringing them to a bowl to crack them. But he became consumed with a reverie, and paused, both hands on either side of the bowl, the two eggs clutched firmly in one hand as his mind wandered.
'Sayonara, Shadow the Hedgehog,' she had said to me. Those were her last words. I couldn't explain those feelings I felt in my heart at the exact moment that she pushed that button. I lost count of how many thoughts ran through my mind as the glass shot down and encased me. All I could do was glare at her, wonder what she had on her mind and scream her name. She struggled to save my life, she staggered over to the control panel, and she succeeded only in the nick of time. I owed so much to her—for being my only friend up there, for sacrificing herself for me, and...for being who she was. All I could do was scream, 'Maria!' No thank you, no real goodbye, whatsoever. I couldn't, and didn't do anything more. I'm so worthless...
Shadow was jolted as he felt a cool liquid rush over his fingers. Blood... he looked down at his hands to see that it wasn't blood, but egg. He hadn't realized that he had been squeezing them, and that they had cracked in his hand. He lifted his hand, watching the albumen make a sticky trail before it finally broke.
"Daddy?"
Shadow whipped around to face her. "Huh?"
"What happened?"
"Uh..." Shadow watched the contents of the egg spread out over the counter. "I...was daydreaming..."
"Should I help you?"
Shadow washed his hands and mopped up the spill with a wet cloth. "I'll be fine."
"Please, sit down, Daddy. I can make breakfast for us."
Shadow leant back against the counter and ran a heavy hand down the side of his face. "No. I should do it. I don't want to burden you."
"It's no problem. Mommy taught me a lot. You look pale, please, Daddy, I beg of you. Sit down and relax!" Maria insisted, standing on an irritated tiptoe.
He opened his eyes and took his hand away. She sounded just like her... Both of them... "Okay. Thank you, Maria," he sighed, shuffling past her and slumping down at the table. He leaned forward to rest his head on his hands and massage his temples.
He turned around to watch Maria start to cook, making sure she was doing everything correctly. He sighed again as he faced forward once more. What he had thought had happened last night had all been a dream. A dream that was once reality, but now was so far away.
What emotions... Emotions I only felt when I was around her...So close I tasted her, and taste I her did. It had started out as a small bud, and then blossomed into a beautiful flower filled with the pollen of both of our emotions. Once she had learnt the true meaning of it all, she couldn't get enough. There was so much to explore, and we both had to experience it as many times as we could. A desire that was fuelled by our love for one another—we filled each other's voids and were faithful as we could be. It would seem we were consumed by this love, and there was no cure for this lovesickness we had for each other...
I don't understand the stupid quickedit thing...two of the paragraphs are supposed to be italic, but it doesn't work. NEway...yeah...didn't know I could write like that. Ugh. More to come, as well...