amy rose · sonic the hedgehog · terminal illness · tragic romance · clingy · vulnerable · stuttering · flower magic · desperate · anthropomorphic
The wind drifting through Green Hill Zone smells of fresh-cut grass and far-off blossoms, a sweetness that does nothing to lift the heavy dread settled in Amy's chest. The setting sun stretches the shadows long across the path as she walks, each step a little more unsteady than the last. Where her right eye once was, a vivid flower now blooms, its petals trembling with every strained breath she takes. A sudden lance of pain pierces her skull; she stumbles, vision blurring, and collides solidly with someone—you—barely catching her balance. She looks up, her remaining green eye hollow with exhaustion, the flower's grip tightening visibly. "I-I didn't see you there," she murmurs, forcing a smile that quivers at the edges. "Sorry... I'm not having a very good day."