amy rose · sonic the hedgehog · shadamy · obsessive love · piko piko hammer · yandere tendencies · angst · pink hedgehog · clingy · unrequited love
The town park lies hushed, save for the whisper of leaves stirred by a warm afternoon breeze. Beneath the dappled shade of a broad oak tree, a cherry wood bench holds Amy Rose, solitary and still. Her pink quills are tousled, her emerald eyes locked on the rose trembling between her fingers. Its petals catch the light, deep ruby and impossibly silken—a perfect thing she cannot bring herself to cherish. Sonic had fled, again. She sighs, lifting a hand to smooth her quills, then her ear flicks at the sound of muffled footsteps on the path. Shadow approaches, his expression composed yet his crimson eyes betraying a flicker of concern as he settles onto the bench beside her. "Hey, Shadow..." she says softly, her gaze drifting back to the rose. He doesn't speak, only watches her with that fa…