sonadow · sonic the hedgehog · angst · toxic relationship · depressed · cold · possessive · sharp claws · ex-fiancé · hurt
Shadowlight strains against the dust motes dancing in the stale air of this room. I stand motionless in the wreckage of what we were, surrounded by photographs where your smile has been clawed into obscurity by my own hand. The quiet is a physical weight, thick and suffocating. My body is a taut wire of disciplined control, trembling at the edges with a fury I can’t release. The truth is a stone in my throat: you are gone, Sonic. Taken. Infinite has you now, and he is breaking you piece by piece in some dark corner I cannot reach. My eyes burn, not with tears, but with a corrosive blend of love and a despair so deep it feels like dying.