Flashback
"You always worry too much Sonic! That's just it! It isn't my fault you can't take a minute or two to enjoy the world while you can!"
"For the love of god, it isn't that SIMPLE Amy! You can't just STOP any given day, the world expects you to be there! You don't know!"
"I've expected you to be there for all of my life, Sonic! I expected you to be more than just... THIS!"
"What do you mean, "This"? What the fuck does that mean!?"
"THIS is you not truly being here! Being here when you know you don't want to!"
"I never said I didn't want to be here Amy! Never in my life have I even THOUGHT that!"
"Well, you wanna know how to prove me wrong!? For once in your GOD-DAMN life, stay here! Be more than just another... ghost in the damn wind!"
He drew a deep breath, composing himself, balancing his thoughts. He couldn't break down on her now, and he couldn't lose her. He loved her more than she could possibly know.
"You don't know me. You don't know how I work. I can't stop Amy, you know this. This is what keeps me alive, keeps US alive! Why can't you see that?"
"Why can't you see more than that!? Why can't you just-fucking-love- ARGHHHH!" She screamed in frustration. Sonic opened his mouth to retaliate, but before he had a chance, she had gone from furious to bawling her eyes out, slumped against the wall. She shivered, sobbing into her arms, her beautiful, pink quills now slicked with tears. He sat down, slumping against the wall next to her.
He hugged her.
She pushed him away.
He hugged her again, and this time, she didn't have the strength nor will to say no. She loved him. She sobbed into his chest while he whispered lovely words to her, kissing her ear, which twitched, causing her to giggle weakly. What she didn't see was the pain on his face, the tears in his eyes brought by the dysfunction of their relationship. He dried his eyes while her head was still in his chest, putting on his best camera face, smiling, even if it was all just a lie. She sat up, looking into his eyes, and softly kissed him. Passion, lust, and pain drove them to her bedroom, kissing, squeezing, a passion fueled by the abstract belief that they would drop dead if they couldn't continue. January 20th, it was. Three days from their anniversary of love that was denied proper growth by his immaturity, his unwillingness to change. Love that was a knife to her heart. Love that one day could kill him and her both, if malnourished. And all, he thought, for my childish ways.
"Stop."
She didn't hear him. She was only immersed in taking the only chance she had, the only possible method she had, of keeping him there just a little longer. She kissed him on his neck, sucking until his blood came to the surface, eliciting a sick, drawn out moan from him. But, as was any situation with him, his will won over.
"Stop, Amy."
She froze and drew away, briefly. "What?"
"I can't do this anymore."
A tear slid from the corner of her eye, her face sinking like a stone into the ocean. He was going to leave her alone... again.
And then, slowly, he got down on one knee.
Her heart stopped.
"Amy Rose, I have poisoned you. I have intoxicated your veins, wilting the beautiful flower that many men would have died for." He shivered, knowing that this was forever. This was the end of running away.
"I can't draw such a deep toxin from your blood, nor would I want to. I want to be infected, intoxicated, poisoned... by the same thing I have done to you." She looked down, the truth dawning on her face, shining through the lies and deceit she had believed. Her eyes widened, ears perking in... could it possibly be? Joy?
"Will you marry me?"
Seconds passed. The time it took for her to register what he meant felt like hours, ages, life into death. He held his breath, terrified, sickened by the thought of her telling him no. Leaving him like he had always done to her. He was truly afraid.
She burst into tears, somehow restraining herself to only a tight, but sweet embrace. Her little frame shivered, warmth flooding her core, butterflies dancing in her stomach, daring her to believe it wasn't a dream. She kissed him, sweetly, gently, employing something she was afraid of giving to him, something she substituted with lust. Love.
"I will. I will, and I will never look back."
His heart grew in size. It had to have, it was the only possible meaning of the feeling in his chest that he felt, surely nothing could be so... pure, beautiful, as this moment was.
They kissed again, and this night... this time... there would be much more than just lust within the sheets of her oh-so familiar bed.
A/N: What do you guys think of this flashback so far? Let me know in the reviews, I feel like this was a really strong chapter and hearing it from others will only strengthen that belief! Thank you all!