hey heres a sonilver angsty fic which i wont continue
under the cut!
Silver was patient.
He had to be, really… impatience would’ve killed him a long time ago, in actuality.
He was sure that if he was impatient, he would’ve killed himself in the fiery abyss that was his home. A lot of people he used to know had done that.
Screams are plastered into his memory, boiling lava scorching him and killing off his group one by one,
until he was the only one left.
Despite this, he was slowly getting frustrated at himself.
His patience was growing weary. And he was scared. Patience was the only thing keeping him alive, or more specifically, the only reason he was alive at the time.
He realised slowly how impatient he really was, but when he did it was already too late.
Bloodied petals, spilled all over the floor. Encasing his throat, wrapped around his lungs like vines.
Hanahaki, right..? The disease that if you’re in unrequited love, you cough up petals until the love is requited, you have a surgery which not only is very expensive, but it makes you lose your emotions, or… you die.
He didn’t want to die. He knew who he loved, but he knew he’d never be liked back.
Emerald eyes and sapphire quills.
At first, he tried to tell himself he hated Sonic. He didn’t want to die. So couldn’t he just force himself to fall out of love, right?
Silver’s mind was overflowing with ‘I hate you,’ and before he realised, tears flooded down his cheeks.
The only thing he could make himself hate was himself.
He hid the hanahaki well. Spending most his time alone was a normal thing for him to do anyway, so it didn’t really concern people that he was alone.
Alone, choking on petals.
However, he knew all too well he wouldn’t be able to hide it for much longer. It was getting more frequent, more painful, with more blood and colourful petals dripping down his chin.
He was going to die.
It had been too long since the sickness began, and it was only getting worse. It was too late.
He was going to die.
The first person to find out what was going on with him was Shadow.
He was sparring with him, even if he was dying, he should at least try get some strength. Which, is actually the dumbest thing he could’ve done, because saving his strength should’ve been his top priority, but at that point he couldn’t necessarily think straight.
Shadow hits him in the chest, and he stumbles backwards. The ever-too-familiar tightening in his chest encases his lungs yet again, and he panics.
Not in front of someone.
Please.
The older of the two walks over to him, eyes showing stubborn concern. He only does something properly when he notices the bloody petals.
“Silver?..”
Silver couldn’t respond.
He couldn’t breathe.
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