Character: Amy, Sonic
Prompt: Song to Character; Hunter - Dido
Rating: K
Walk Out
The light flicked on, and Sonic cringed with his hand on the door. It seemed she was waiting for him. With a defeated sigh he turned the knob and entered the dimly lit house. He headed straight for the living room, knowing full well that would be where Amy was waiting for him, and indeed she was.
"Hi, Ames; what are you still doing up?" Sonic asked in his most cheerful tone. She stood, her head down, and wandered towards him with no expression.
"Oh look what the cat's brought in, the wayward husband." Her tone and words cut into him, making him look away. She stood before him, arms crossed. "Is it too much to ask that you come home before dark, Sonic? I mean, you are supposed to be the fastest thing alive, but you can't even beat the sun setting and come home to your worried wife?"
"I'm sorry, Ames. I just lost track, ok?" Sonic motioned with his arms, "Can't I have a little freedom?"
"What you have isn't enough?"
"No."
Amy inhaled sharply, surprised at his curt answer. This wasn't the first time the two argued about Sonic's tendency to roam but it was the first time he had ever been so blatant about his feelings. She was slightly taken aback a moment. It made her so angry, but at the same time she sort of understood. Sonic was the type of Mobian who needed to be unchained. He was a wanderer, through and through. But he had finally said yes to her advances, he had agreed to marry her. It was that moment she had to acknowledge he had only stayed with her to make her happy.
"What do you want Sonic?" She finally asked, a defeated tone to her voice.
"I want to see the world alone again, to take a chance at living my life. Amy, I'm sorry I put you through this for so long, but let me leave." Sonic scratched the back of his head, slowly. He knew his words were a little cold, but he couldn't think of any other way of telling her.
"Don't apologize." Amy clenched her fists, fighting back the tears, as he smiled at her with such a look of pity. A few rough releases of breath and Amy had decided. "Just go."