Lightning-Dono: The little poem thing in the beginning...ignore it. This one I PROMISE to finish, 'kay? SLIGHT OOC.
I Don't Cry
Author: You should know.
Disclaimer: o.o I'M YUJI NAKA! LOLZ! No.
Amy is sick and tired of Sonic being with a certain bat all of the time, so she lies to herself about her love...
I don't cry
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Because tears are said to be for the weak
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and those who have lost hope
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Even though I have
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I don't cry
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A jealousy-driven, pink teenage hedgehog stared enviously at a certain blue hedgehog as he spoke adamantly with Rouge. Amy knew deep in her heart that there wasn't any chemistry happening there, but she couldn't help but notice how genuinely happy he looked. Sure, Sonic didn't look miserable when he was around Amy, but whenever she saw him with another girl, she suddenly saw everything about him that somehow connected to the presence of that other female.
At the moment, all Amy knew was that she wanted Sonic to stop talking to the woman she suddenly vowed on the spot never to lay her eyes on. That cool complexion, the make-up adorned visage...she wished it would all just vanish from the wells of her mind. Amy couldn't possibly focus on Sonic like this, especially when she was being distracted by such a minor detail.
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Flashback
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Amy's eyes were studded with salty tears, suspended there, giving her eyes a dramatic glitter that made Sonic want to hug her...but he couldn't. There was someone else he loved, but he wasn't sure.
"You've known me for YEARS!" Amy shrieked at him, the tears that had held their stable position for so long spewing out onto her cheeks, wiping away all radiance that stupid, rip-off soap had given to her cheeks. That soap didn't even work right – instead of making of making her glittery it made her so shiny she looked like a radioactive, love-stricken zombie. "And how long have you known HER? ONE WEEK?" This hadn't been an argument she had wanted to have. It really hadn't been, but it just all came out when she saw him with that despicable bat. For the hundredth time, lying on her stomach in bed, she prayed silently into her pillow that he might not like her. Now she knew that the hours she had spent worrying would never amount to anything – her efforts were in vain. Sonic loved Rouge and that was that. Amy swore that it was pure lust, glaring at Rouge with contempt every time the voluptuous woman stepped foot infront of her face. She simply wouldn't have it; what seventeen-year old girl hasn't experienced a sentimental setting atleast once? The more she thought about, the more her hopes drained away.
"Look, Am'," Sonic said uncomfortably, scuffling the dirt with a shoe, looking like he was about to run off any second. "It's not what it looks like." He felt weak and vulnerable in an environment with such high emotions brewing about. Even worse, this was all making him feel guilty. I shouldn't be feeling guilty because I like someone! he thought.
Amy leered at him, even though it felt like she was looking through an over-fogged window. "And what do you think it looks like?" She stuck out her fingers one by one to count off the proof. "You hang around her all the time...whenever you see her, you speed away to be with her...when I arrange a date, you ditch me and I find you with her...You ignore me when I try to say something just so you can listen to her honeyed voice..." Amy was beyond tears now – she was just plain MAD. "Then there was that one time you were hugging her after her breakup with Knuckles and told me to go away when I came over to comfort her...Nothing going on there." The hint of sarcasm in her voice was lost in a wild torrent of boiling tears. She shook them from her eyes, angrily bashing herself mentally for her foolishness. What made you think he would understand? Amy thought fiercely to herself, gripping her hammer instinctively. She could feel Sonic's stance switch as he shifted his foot in another direction.
"She was crying!" Sonic yelled incredulously. "Did you expect me to stand there and watch her?"
This drove the pink girl over the edge. "I'm crying right NOW!" She screamed into his face, her high-pitched voice tapering at the end to form a single, ringing note. "I don't see you hugging me, you insensitive JERK!" With that, she had run off, dropping her hammer into the soft dirt.
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End Flashback
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That was a month ago, a month that she had hidden in silence away from the rest of the world as she watched everyone interact with each other...without her. The fact that no one seemed to notice her absence was upsetting, but atleast she could see them smile again. Now she was standing in the same position as she was before – on a sidewalk filled with various Mobians migrating back and forth. And once again, she was witnessing an event she hoped to never see again. That argument hadn't meant anything. It didn't even hinder Sonic's growing love life as far as she could tell, but instead helped it to expand to horizons of which she wouldn't have even dreamed it would stretch to.
Amy unleashed a bitter, twisted smile at the couple and walked away slowly. She wasn't going to sugarcoat another thing about Sonic.
Walking at a staggering pace down the brick-constructed sidewalk that was stained with gum and tobacco, she felt the vivid memories flow back. Look at how much pain you've caused me, she thought. Amy had heard somewhere that if you think something long enough, then the reality of it would fade away. If only she could use such an uncomplicated method on her problems and rid herself of the misery she felt.
"I don't love you, Sonic," she whispered.