Weekly Ritual
The once pure white daisies that sat proudly in the cream colored vase were whithered to a sickly brown. They were crumbled, and depressing. The wind blew, but they were unmoving. Just like the pink hedgehog was, as she sat at the grave, staring at the gavestone.
Her bright green eyes blurred with tears. She took in a breath, and let it out as a sob. Quickly wiping her tears, she pulled out a book from her bag, and whispered to the grave.
"Now, where were we...?"
She flipped through the pages, until she found the bookmark. Amy began reading, her voice soft and gentle, as she leaned her head on the gravestone lovingly. She didn't notice the blue hedgehog who had just arrived at the grave.
"Amy..." Sonic said softly. Amy ignored him, and continued reading. The blue hedgehog sighed, and placed a hand on her shoulder. "Amy, come on. It's getting late. We'd better get you home."
Amy paused, and without looking up, said, "You brought them... Right?"
Sonic nodded without a word, and kneeled down to the vase. He removed the whithered daisies, and replaced them with fresh ones. He turned back to Amy. "Ready to go...?"
"Not until I'm finished." she growled stubbornly, and continued on with her reading.
Sonic looked at Amy sympathetically. He felt terrible... He should have protected her... Amy's best friend was gone because he failed to save her.
And so he joined her little ritual. Each week, they would arrive at Cream's grave. He would replace the flowers, and Amy would read to her.