Parte 4 and The End
Amy sniffled as the rain trickled down into the soles of her muddy red boots and tangled her already disheveled quills. Her face, before so young and optimistic and beautiful, had now turned sullen and depressed. Her life, as far as she was concerned, was now officially over. Sonic had died. What else was there to live for?
Time passes by, and I'm still missing you.
What do I do if I never find you?
Wind and rain, dark and light
Cast a spell on me tonight.
The small creamy white bungalow with the thatched roof seemed lonelier than it had ever been before. It was summer now, closing in on Sonic's birthday, in fact. Soon, he would be another year older…wherever he was.
Time had passed, though how much time was not clear. Amy had never before believed in heaven, but she did now. And…she hoped Sonic was there, watching over her. Now freshly showered, her hair clean and her dress washed and mended, the cuts fully healed, and the hair band now replaced, she stared out from under her picnic table, the umbrella above her head rustling, drinking fresh iced tea and staring at biscuits fresh from the oven.
Another glass stared at her from across the table. The haunting memory of Sonic, especially his last words, was everything to her. Surprisingly, she believed that, although she couldn't touch him or feel him or kiss him, he was there. There smiling brightly at her, reclining in the chair opposite, and sipping his iced tea as he recounted his adventures. She could almost see him animate a robot, or pretend to be the evil doctor, and wink at her from time to time, flirting and teasing her as he did when they were alone together.
How often he would return here first, or just hang around to nap or recount stories. Sonic was marvelous at this, although he couldn't sit still for long and had some small amount of attention span. When he was with her, he seemed to alter personalities. He became softer, lighter, calmer, and more relaxed. It was fun to have him around.
That is, when he had been around. The smile that had before crossed rose's face faded now as tears came to the sides of her beautiful eyes. She stared forcibly at the forest before her, trying not to think about him any more. He was gone, and that was the end of it.
Was…had she just been dreaming? The wind surely wasn't strong enough to rustle those high grasses fencing in the trees in the forest so violently, was it?! Had her remembrance of Sonic made her crazy? Was that a blue light in the deepest part of the forest? Were those his eyes, shining in the deepest veins of the treetops?
Quite suddenly, with a premature dandelion between his teeth, there he was in the chair before her, arms behind his head, eyes closed as if in sleep, fur matted but blowing sweetly in the soft wind, tainted purple and dark red with dried blood. The stab wound was only a small scar now, but his figure trembled from even the smallest wounds, telling her that he'd only just been healed a few days ago, and not yet fully recovered.
"Sonic?" Amy dared to question.
The blue male pulled the dandelion into his mouth and swallowed it. One eye opened half way to look at her. The emerald centers were glassy with tire, but it was him. Who else could it be? "Amy. Hi." The white bandage, now stained red, still tied about his arm reassured her.
"Sonic!" Amy stood, running and nearly pouncing into his arms. It was almost enough to knock the chair over. Her head tucked under his chin and she stroked the fur, hardened from what was perhaps months without proper washing. He purred, the vibration tickling the top of her head. "Where were you?" She asked in a scolding but elated tone of voice as she sat back to look at him.
Sonic's arms wrapped about her middle. "Out." He grinned. Amy couldn't help but find tears coming to her eyes. Sonic was not supposed to look so…in pain. He wasn't supposed to have dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep, his fur shouldn't be purple with his own blood, his ears shouldn't be limp, his ribs shouldn't be poking out from beneath his now-thinner coat, and the eyes themselves shouldn't still be so full of love for her.
His grin faded as she succumbed to her tears and hid her face. His hand, the fur on it streaked with dried blood, rested on her cheek, the thumb gently stroking away the tears. "Why are you crying, little Rosy?" Sonic mused, his voice so tired and gentle. Amy's eyes shot open as she remembered…he had said that to her many years before. It was the first time she'd really loved him.
He'd been maybe…seven? And she'd been so much younger. He'd called her a "little rose" and asked her why she'd been crying. The whole story was a blur, but those eyes and that face and that voice…they were all there.
Her fingers, now gloved again, traced the dark purple bruise-like circles under his eyes. "What's wrong?" She sniffled. "Why am I crying?" The blue male closed his eyes and turned to jello beneath her, purring madly and leaning into the treatment. "Because you're in pain! Because you shouldn't be tired, wounded, purple, and starved half to death! And you shouldn't love me!"
It was Sonic's turn to snap back into reality. His grip around her waist became tighter as he shook her lightly. "Amy. I love you! I almost died for you! I think I did die for you, but some angel rescued me! It's true," he sighed. "My wounds are deep, and I'm worn out, surely. Maybe a little hungry, but…" and his eyes met hers, more commanding than ever before. "None of that matters to me, Amy. My beautiful rose, my princess, I love you. And that will never change." He chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. "I'm bragging, bragging. Me and my ego. Why am I talking at all when I can show you what I mean?!" and he pulled her close against him, her curves touching his and those strong legs surrounding her as he leaned forward, tilting his head a bit for better positioning, and his warm lips pressed against hers.
It was a moment too perfect to be described by words. Amy's limp arms wrapped around his neck and in between gasps for air, she said: "I love you."
Sonic laughed and pulled her closer. On a long breath, he told her: "See? I told you that I'd never leave."
Amy laughed too and kissed him back with all the love she'd been keeping back for years.
But what's this?
You love me and you've returned.
A happy sight, which overturns
All sadness, so now I'm happy
Look at me and you'll see,
What our life will truly be.
