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How LONG had it been since he had last seen Tails with his own two eyes--? Sonic couldn’t even remember, it felt like an eternity. The little fox had been gone for a long time, & now it was common knowledge that he had passed. The reality still hadn’t set in for the blue hedgehog &, unsurprisingly, he had started to run away from his emotions... literally. When he ran he usually was clear of mind, it was a good stress relief. When he ran he still knew that Tails was gone, but it just didn’t hurt as much. The fox had been his BEST friend, his brother. Losing him had been hard, was STILL hard, & it would still be a while before he accepted it.
Sonic wasn’t sure how much he had ran, but he found himself on top of a mountain. He stood in front of a cave opening &, out of pure CURIOSITY, he wandered inside. It was pitch black, but he didn’t have time to adjust to the sudden darkness as he started falling only a few steps in. The free fall seemed to last an ETERNITY but the hedgehog soon found himself surrounded by soft, yellow flowers. The colour reminded him of Tails’ fur, & a feeling of nostalgia washed over him. The feeling was akin to that which he had felt whenever him & Tails had serious conversations with one-another. Sonic chuckled quietly to himself as he ran his gloved hands through the buttercups, remembering the fun times he had with his friend.
The chuckling came to a STOP when his hand brushed against something hard & cold. Puzzled, Sonic picked it up only to find that he was holding Tails' goggles. The warmth of nostalgia was washed away immediately, replaced with an empty sadness. Tails had been here, right where SONIC was sitting. It was the closest he had been to his friend in months, & it hurt.
Ears drooped as Sonic was overcome by a cacophony of emotion. Tails had been here... The hedgehog felt responsible for the fox’s fate, & it was impossible to hold back the tidal waves. TEARS began to darken blue fur as they pooled in the corners of his eyes; in the past Sonic had always tried not to cry in front of the other Freedom Fighters. It was bad for morale. Sure there had been his LOW moments, like when he had to leave Uncle Chuck in the hands of ‘Buttnik, but the waterworks had never really been on. But now he couldn’t hold back, it was just too much. All of his pent up emotion just spilled forth as he sat in the buttercup bed, & there was nothing that he could do to stop it.