I do not own any Sonic characters, ever. Not even once. SEGA does. More than once.

Prologue

Nothing is ever perfect. People go around living in the obverse though; 'ignorance is bliss,' a fool's aphorism to dismiss what they don't want to acknowledge. It's better to pretend there is nothing wrong than acknowledge there is a problem till it festers into the ground and kill it's surroundings like a weed. There are always threats, even if Sonic stays alive to keep us safe. In fact, this whole mess was Sonic accidently making life worst for Station Square; the city that thrives in spite of persistent risk.

Amy is well known for her obsession of the famous speed demon, always trying to woe him and steal his heart. I would warn her about the consequences of persistence. Say "You'll get hurt" or maybe "Your heart could break", but stubbornness and ignorance fooled her into ignoring me. I was right. Not unusual, but in this case not something I like to say. I was right all the same.

Sonic snapped after her most recent attempt to compel him on a date. I don't know the full extent of the event, however I' sure Sonic meant no harm, he just let his self control slip for a second. That's all it takes for emotion to take over, a simple crack in control. He hurt Amy, not by a simple rejection or dismissal either. Emotional damage is a far superior method of pain. I guess that was the only thing I got wrong. Her heart didn't break… It shattered. Like a plate dropping from the top shelf of the pantry; irreparable.

Now here we are, everyone that knew her at her funeral. Yes, suicide; a nasty word to illustrate a nasty situation. I wish she had come to me. I would have tried to mend the pieces, whatever still remained. At least a glued bundle of porcelain can still function. Otherwise it would all be thrown away, like her life. I bet even Sonic would have tried if he realized the mistake he made. Sure, he didn't want to date her, but he needn't go as far as he did.

I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Miles Prower, however I prefer my nick name, Tails. I've known Sonic for… quite some time actually. We are the famous duo that has fought Doctor Eggman for literately are entire relationship, stopping his schemes thwarting his every attempt. We were more than friends, we call each other brothers. Through thick and thin we fought, and when it came to the extreme battles I would have to bow out. When it came to fighting I haven't been known to stand up to it. Sonic loved a challenge, our relationship functioned on him being the brawn while I the brain. I have seen Sonic fight nightmares people could only dream of, but right now he doesn't even look like he can stand.

The sky was clouded over the sun rays hardly piercing though the atmospheric veil. The weather didn't even have the decency to rain over the grass we stood. I sniff in my tears as I walk up to the casket, a disguise cloaking my identity. Don't get me wrong, people have treated me nicely ever since I saved the city from being blown sky high from Egghead's nuke. I just got into this habit of not trusting stranger. I even hide things from Sonic too.

Reaching the box my gaze glanced down into the opening. She looked so peaceful now, that only makes it more depressing. Amy was never peaceful or quite. She was always rowdy, full of emotion that could sink a carrier; her only soft spot was a certain blue hedgehog. My friends know who I am, I can tell because they're all staring at me. Seeing how I would react. The pressure being too great I couldn't say anything to my deceased friend.

I turn to lower my cap and walk away. Let someone else get their turn at salutation. If I continued to stare I probably would burst out crying anyway. Making my way back to my seat I slid into the chair next to Sonic. His head was down staring deeply at the greenery beneath him, hands clutching each other, eyes glistening. In all my years I haven't seen him cry. It is rather selfish of me, but I don't want him to right now. It would only add more to the burden of coming here. This mere thought is enough to make my heart fill with guilt. I patted him on the back; it is the only thing I could think of to comfort him. He didn't seem to notice.

As the sermon went on Sonic never looked up, never moved, and the only sounds he made are deep, labored breaths near a sob. At some point I held out my hand to him to express my support. He grasped it firmly and painfully squeezed, Sonic is surprisingly strong for his size. Luckily I have been taking martial art courses with Knuckles. That echidna doesn't know how to let up or act weak so I've dealt with pain like this. As long as he knows that I am here for him I know I can still help him.

When everything was said and done everyone left; everyone except Sonic and me by his side. He wanted to watch her go under her tomb, to see the dirt bury his greatest mistake in his life. I tried to convince him to leave knowing it would only make matters worst. He refused every time I offered. After the last patch of dirt hit the grave my best friend and idolsuddenly fell to his knees and burst out crying.

I was too stunned to do anything. He clutched to me like I was a rope keeping him from falling into the abyss. My knot must have been loose, because Sonic continued to fall thereafter. I took him to my place at the Mystic Ruins, he didn't have a place of his own since he mostly just ran all the time. With nothing else to do I put in a comedy to help ease the depression, but what usually made him laugh only resulted in a tear trickling down his cheek. He isn't even paing attention to the TV. I attempt one more time to help him feel better, I quickly cooked up a dish of his favorite food, and he only looked at it in disgust. Now I can only think 'when does Sonic hate chili dogs?'

This is too sad for me, I actually feel sick. I want everything back. I want the past back. The happiness, the laughter,… my brother. It was all gone.

I never thought this pit could get deeper. My assumption proved to be fatal for moral. The next day Sonic disappeared; he left and got a room at the fancy hotel. After that the news went crazy over the realization that the hero of the planet had fully announced his retirement. My whole life turned for the worst that day. Who I was is gone. There is no hero to fight Eggman, there is no hero to bring hope. All that was left are tears, blood, and cries of pain.