I'm the Ultimate Lifeform. I can destroy armies with little effort. I took out Super Sonic, apparently the most powerful being in the universe, with a single palm strike.
Yet controlling my own spiraling mind is a herculean task.
Not even the lake offers me solace. It's as if the land itself is mocking me. The one chance I had was rigged from the start. There was no spark. Rose would never had felt for me the way I wanted to for her. The one flicker of hope I had, gone. How foolish of I to think it was meant for me.
And now what she's is saying... Implying. I don't like it. I hate it.
It's not me. I can't think of males that way.
I was spiraling and I was helpless to stop myself. The voices in my head were yelling obscenities at me. Calling me things I dare not repeat. I felt chaos energy build within. I feared the worst was about to happen. That I'd destroy this beautiful landscape in a blast of energy.
Of all things, a scent snapped me out of it. A particular smell that set my nose ablaze. One I once hated, but now I can't get enough of. A certain smell belonging to a certain ... someone.
That blue hedgehog, of all places... Just my luck.
I didn’t need to look at him to know he was nervous. I must’ve pitied him. Or maybe the sick part of me that missed him overtook my mind. There’s no other reason I let him sit with me.
I had to actively resist looking at him. I didn’t want to lose control of myself like last time, and I already felt the threat of a rumble in my chest.
It was awkward. Just as I figured. I hate it.
Much of our time was spent in silence, but he did speak to me. It's what I expected. Where I was, if I was okay, why I never responded to his messages... It wasn't a whole lie when I said my phone was out of commission. ... And that I was struggling. Mentally.
I caught a glimpse of him out of my peripheral. He was staring at me like the pathetic creature he is. Like a begging dog. That look made me mutter an apology to him. For making him worry.
I wanted to shrink further into myself.
Before he was summoned home for dinner, he gave me something. An envelope containing a series of printed pictures from our travels last month. Various pictures of myself with him and the others in various spots, as well as a few pictures of the landscapes.
The last picture made my blood run cold. It's zoomed in, likely taken from the deck of the rental property. It's a memory I thought little of in the moment, but has been haunting me since my return.
Sonic, ankle deep in the water, being guided by me, and holding onto my paws for dear life.
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