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Chapter seventeen

Forgiveness

Dear Diary,

Day after day, everyone tells me to get over him. "He's not worth the tears," Cream always says, when I call her during a meltdown. "Maybe…maybe he's not the one."

Part of me wanted to yell at Cream when she told me that. Part of me wanted to scream and shout and tell her to take those words back, because someday Sonic will be mine and he is so worth it.

But something stopped me. Something made my mouth dry up, made my brain freeze.

Some part of me is telling me to get over the blue hedgehog. In fact, it has been this way within myself for a while, but I never allowed myself to think those thoughts. But tonight as I write these words, tears streaming down my face, I can sense my heart shattering, for real this time, as true thoughts about the blue hedgehog suddenly spring up out of me.

I've always told myself that he's perfect. He's kind, cute, cocky yet polite, arrogant yet selfless. His eyes light up the room. His cocky grin makes my knees shake. I've told myself not to notice the way his eyes purposefully avoid me when I run up to him, to not notice when his eyes focus on some other random girl walking down the street with a body like an actress.

Cream advised I make a list of reasons to get over him. She told me it might make the "getting over him" easier on myself, if I have reasons besides the fact that he breaks my heart everyday.

-He runs from me everyday.

-He's not in tune with emotions in the slightest.

-He doesn't even like me.

-He's…too fast for me.

My gosh. This is hopeless. Goodnight, dear diary. May tomorrow bring new hope, and not new tears.

-Amy Rose

The blue hedgehog hadn't expected to find this of all things when Amy had asked him to sort through the attic. He had expected to find dust covered boxes full of junk, like old clothing and photos and what not. But then he had seen the box labeled, "Old journals". And curiosity had gotten the best of him.

Even though he and Amy were married now, for ten years, part of him felt like he was invading her personal life when he'd opened up the old, torn red journal and read a random entry that he had flipped to. And after reading that entry…

With his ears down, the blue hedgehog bit his lip, guilt crowding into his heart. He'd apologized to Amy about his behavior a thousand times before, especially when they had first started dating, and she had assured him that she forgave him, that she was just glad she had won. And he would always smile and quickly change the awkward conversation, pretending assurance, pretending that he completely believed her bright smile as she would grab his hand and gently tug him away from the thoughts she hated to dwell on.

With shaking hands, the blue hedgehog rose from the dusty floor, the notebook still in his hands as he allowed a shiver to run down his spine. Was he supposed to still feel bad about those days, fifteen years ago?

He remembered her list of reasons to get over him as he slowly, slowly, walked down the attic stairs to the living room.

I did run from her everyday.

He remembered the sentence about Cream telling Amy that maybe he wasn't worth the tears.

Maybe I'm not.

He remembered the sentence about Amy saying that maybe Cream was right.

Maybe she was right.

"Hey Amy?"

His mouth was moving before he had a chance to right himself, to think through what he was about to say. His ears were still down as he stared at his wife forlornly, handing her the small book, and she took it, looking confused as she put down her own book that she had been reading on the living room couch. Kyler, Violet, and Dash watched TV not too far off, the ten, nine, and seven year old hardly aware of their father as he whispered to their mother two words.

"I'm sorry."

Blinking in a confused manner, Amy stared down at the journal, than at Sonic, than back at the book. Suddenly, her face changed, and her mouth formed and 'o' as she stood up and caressed her husband's face lovingly, a gentle smile appearing on her lips.

"The past is the past," she breathed, tears playing with her eyes, and Sonic reached up a hand and wiped them away, smiling weakly back at her. "Don't dwell on it." The pink hedgehog turned to the three children, now laughing at the TV, and she smiled. "Look what we have now. A family. A strong relationship…" Sonic smiled gently, a look of love and admiration dancing through emerald eyes as he set both of his hands on Amy's cheeks, cupping her face with them.

"You know how much I love you?" Amy giggled softly, not answering, not wanting to as she broke the distance between them, kissing his course lips with her soft lips, running her hands though his quills, and all the time thinking of that one entry she had written long ago, about getting over him.

Yes. He was so worth all those tears.

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~Ksonic~