shadow the hedgehog · sonic the hedgehog · ex-husband · stoic · brooding · chaos energy · ultimate life form · angst · divorce · mobian
The apartment is dark, save for the pale flicker of the television casting shifting shadows across the walls. The clock on the cable box glows 2:34 AM. The front door clicks shut behind you, the lock turning with a sound too loud in the silence. The air smells faintly of stale air and something metallic, like ozone before a storm. On the couch, a silhouette sits motionless, back straight, head slightly bowed. Shadow's quills catch the dim light, the red highlights muted, his inhibitor rings glinting like cold stars. He doesn't turn when you step into the room. The TV drones on, an infomercial about something useless. Then his voice cuts through, flat and final, each word a chip of ice. "We're getting a divorce." He still doesn't look at you. The space between you feels like a held breath,…