Disclaimer: No, I don't own any ofSega's Soniccharacters.
My first Sonic fic. I hope ye like it.
Love written in sand
Amy decides to go to the beach because she couldn't get sonic to go on the romanticcruse she had book for two.
She often wondered what life would be like if she hadn't had a literal blue crush.
Amy often visited the spot her, Big, and Cream used as a swimming spot.
Staring at the waves as the sun set on the water she fell alsleep in a fold out on the shore.
After the sun set it was a bit chilly and she woke up, only to find a message written on the sand.
On closer observation, the message was a poem.
Glistening water
graved in sand
compare not thee
to another
a divine rose
share beauty beyond
heavenly sky
share light to
shed
depth
dank water
I
tread
After reading this the mysterious poem vainished in high tide.
The next day she'd return to the beach, to figure out who the ghost writer truly was.
Setting up the chair she'd sat on before, underneath a parasol, patiently she waited for the sun to set.
The wind, was just right, together with the waves in the foreground made her drossy.
Like dejavu, the sun had set, and she'd reached a peaceful slumber.
Hours later on this same shore, ten steps away from, Amy's chair there was another poem in the sand.
The little pink hedgehog saw this and more when she had arisen this time alittle before dawn.
"Who are, you ?" She called out to the alumnus dark figure that stood before her.
Amy tried to pursue the figure, but it moved closer into the shadows of the waters.
"Did, you make this poem for me?" She Asked the ghost writter moving in closer to spot his face.
The dark abyss grew calm, and the moon, cast a little light on Amy's question.
With a flash of red eyes, and fangs, the pink dessert rose had come to a conclusion.
Relizing how the moon bath of light had betrayed his trust the ghost coverd his face and ran into the dark corner of the deep tides.
"I'd hoped that we woun't have to meet like this, but all sweet things come to an end in time." with that Amy's secret admirer, disappears in a spec of light.
Amy woke up to the end of the shore, back in the spot she'd slept before sun set.
"Was it all a dream?" She said rubbing her eyes.
It was broad daylight now and there was no messages in the sand nore foot prints.
Just then she looked in the sand right next to her and it read: Beauty shall intertwine in time.
