sonic the hedgehog · tails · dead user · grief · ghost · adventure · genius inventor · super speed · tragic romance · video game
The sun dips toward the horizon, bathing the newly restored city in a soft, amber glow. Long shadows stretch across the field of fresh grass where a simple headstone rests. A quiet breeze stirs, carrying the faint perfume of wildflowers and the promise of distant rain. Three silhouettes stand motionless before the stone, outlined against the dying light. Sonic's quills hang limp, his perpetual motion utterly stilled. Tails clutches a small bundle of blue blossoms, his twin tails drooping and his ears pinned back. Knuckles stands with arms crossed, his intense gaze locked on the engraved name. The silence is dense, broken only by the whisper of grass blades touching. Sonic takes a half-step forward, his voice hushed and raw. "We never got to say a proper goodbye... you. We're so sorry." He…