A/N: This one is Sonamy. Not exactly romantic I guess. You can consider this a really deep friendship I guess.
She watched the snow fall to the earth, her heart, in pieces, falling in her chest.
It thumped erratically, trying to pick up its lost pieces. Red threads, torn, bleeding, down into the crevices of her body. Her tears nearly shed of blood. Her heart had jumped everywhere, in her fractured ribs.
The candlelight tried to take away all the monsters in the dark, their long slender claws nearly scratching her of vein blood, but she held onto her dress, the monsters so grinning in their might, their feet always stumbling around the hardwood floors, her eyes always seeing the versicolor shades of yellow, green, blue. She could see the light in music, she could see the color in the sound of the wind. The snow sneaked in the corners of the window, the room becoming cold, frozen with hydra's breath.
They had called her Rose, but the rose inside her body, it was rotting and wilting. It was beating no more.
Her eyes were so rusty, nails that scraped the ceiling. Her feet were frozen to the bed. She didn't want to move away. She felt imprisoned, shackled by her drowsiness, her depression. Wicked sadness! It had cooled her body, to feel the blues, the tranquil shade, and her heart had felt so inanimate, beating no longer, trying to wretch itself free of her body senselessly.
She heard footsteps, the raked claws of monsters scratching on the floorboards, and she shuddered, shook, shivered, as the monster had come out free from her door, his innocent ears, his innocent eyes, his smile, and suddenly, her heart was put properly back in place. It had quivered inside her again.
"Everything all right in here?" He couldn't see the monsters. He couldn't see the apparitions that had tormented her. He could only see a beautiful, smiling face. A little 12 year old girl who needed him.
He closed the window, the chill dissolving away. With his presence, the monster had climbed away from her room. They were back in Hell, afraid of the blue hedgehog, the gentle, fun-loving, kind hedgehog.
She held her teddy bear tight, looking in his eyes. She knew she had to tell him.
"Things hurt me in the dark."
He scratched his head, trying to understand. She couldn't accuse him of being dumb. He didn't know what it was like to see spirits.
"What do those things do?"
"Oh. They…scratch me. Call me awful things. Take over me. I black out. It's not at all good to have."
Her heart beat vibrantly again, as he held her hand.
"I will protect you, Amy. You can count on me to make those monsters go away. I'm your friend, and I will always be."
He kissed her on the cheek, gently, feeling the flutter of his eyelashes. She giggled, holding his warm hand, holding on to the bear.
"Come on. Let's open presents. It's Christmas."
She smiled, forgetting all her troubles, for one moment in her calamitous life.