Last Kiss

Her soothing, white smile seeped into my senses as the sun does to your skin on a bright, summer day. The delicate arch of her hair always mesmerized me, its pink color tinted yellow from the sunset. She was my optimist. She was my bejeweled happiness exchanged in small gifts of smiles, and sweet touches. I didn’t realize how much I suddenly missed it as her fragile being began to lose its delicate warmth. It was all happening too fast.
I found her body after the others, the faces of my companions sinking to ones of grief and sudden desperation as my eyes catch the pink hedgehog sprawled across the ground. I must have gone pale, because no familiar face around me could look in my eyes as I search theirs for some small beacon of hope. Nothing. Instead, I return my gaze to her, inching my way nearer, step by step. It took an eternity to reach her. Her body stirred against my touch after I finally crouch down to hold her, the warmth in her body still present.

But now it’s fading.

By now I couldn’t look at her wounds anymore. I need only skim my eyes over the giant crimson gash covering her stomach to believe I was too late. I didn’t want to believe it. The wounds no longer deserved my attention, because something else pulled my heart into a leap. It was her smile. A warm feeling spread throughout my body as I saw it, sudden hope and life flooding my thoughts. My optimist was awake.

“Good afternoon, sleepyhead.” There was comfort in my tone, but I silently cursed the hint of fear.
Her jade eyes find my own emerald green and we share a silent conversation of thoughts, and that’s when the dark realization of her passing hit me like a wall of bricks. Her arm shivered as she strained the muscles, allowing her hand to brush my cheek in empty comfort. A small chuckle bubbles out of her throat.

“You’re holding me so close…”

Her blunt statement causes me to loosen my tight grip on her waist.

“No! You don’t have to do that,” She squeezes my hand with her own.
“I want you close to me.” The sweetness of her voice couldn’t mask the dark pain that oozed behind her words. I re-tighten my embrace, drawing her even closer than before.

Without realizing it, my finger brushes against the silky strands of her hair, then traces her cheek. I impulsively touch her soft lips, the feeling sending a silent chill throughout my body.

“Sonic…” Sudden urgency and pain filled her voice, causing me to snap my attention back to her eyes.

“…Kiss me…”

I took no hesitation to place my lips on hers, the feeling surging through my body in light spasms. Through the metallic taste of blood, I felt a light, sweet flavor tickle my senses. I love her. I don’t remember when it started, but after a while her annoying calls of my name soothed into a tone of warmth, and everything she did would bring heat throughout my entire body…including my heart.

But Amy Rose is dying, so I gave her my first kiss…

and my last.


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