Passion is something all of us hold.
Whether we use it at the right time, or for the right person, we cannot control that sometimes.
We can only move for what we already know.
Or what we have to hold back.
Shadow holds his head up to the warm drops of water from the shower nozel. It cleans the mind almost. He felt two very strong feelings.
One would be desire. Oh how he desired to be in that bed with Rouge, again and again. He had to have. He had to give. To please her. To be rewarded….
But then, the feeling of Uncertainty. Whether this was a good experience or not, would it be something to hold onto, something to keep going with. Is this what love is he wonders? Or is it something more. Something indescribable?
Shadow comes out of the shower, and dries his head with a white towel. He smoothes out his quills.
Suddenly he remembered something.
"Shadow, you're thinking too much"
This is a quote that always lingers in his mind.
He remembered those words. Back from Eggman's armada. Him with Rouge, Omega, trying to find Dr. Eggman. It was there He thought the lightning passing by was an omen. Rouge had told him not to think so much of those kinds of things.. That he was thinking too much.
Perhaps this was on of those times to not think so much?
Shadow again was uncertain.
But what was to be uncertain about?
She said she loved him.. right?
Again he thought about what this love is.
Rouge broke his thoughts; they were still together in the same suite.
"Hey" she said, greeting him. She was fully dressed. A Night had passed since the last.
"Hey" Shadow said back, with a small smile.
If you want to know the honest truth, Rouge was just about as uncertain as Shadow was.
She only had different reasons.
Desire, she desired and craved the pleasure he had given her, she desired his touch, his face, just the approach of him. Everything about him she desired. But whether or not she could have, or maintain, that she was uncertain.
Life… has its responsibilities and it's consequences. It's up to one to decide whether or not the sacrifices are worth it.
Was this a sacrifice?
Would it be her job before… Shadow?
It was here Rouge thought of herself as crazy. Losing her mind.
She had always been a greedy person, only caring for herself. Why now? Why when she was on a mission? One forced upon her?
And are these feelings true?
She kept telling herself she told Shadow she loved him, for the mission, no one could know what she had to do. Shadow would despise her.
He could never know.
But then, was telling him she loved him a lie?
It was said as a distraction, yes, but the more Rouge thought about it, the more unsure about it she was.
But sitting around, thinking about it, dwelling in your mind, does nothing.
You have to do something for a change Or else, something has to happen, that leaves an impact.
But what could happen to have a big enough magnitude for change to occur?
This is only decided by fate itself.
So fate it shall be.
And fate decides.