I stood alone in the rain. People passed, some I knew, and others I didn't. I held a single red rose in my hand. Tears were stinging my eyes, but I refused to let them go.
"Hey," a soft voice beside me spoke. I jumped and saw Amy Rose standing there. I quickly turned away, trying to hide any hint of emotion, but she noticed anyway. "What's wrong?" She asked. I growled and shook my head. She put a hand on my shoulder, her touch was soft, and I didn't want it to go away.
"Is it Cream?" She asked. Cream had died just two days ago, and even though my hardened heart refused to say, I cared deeply for her. I used to babysit her, and every moment was fun. Instead of admitting it though, I glared at her. Amy's eyes were red, she had been crying too. She was a good friend of Cream's.
"You wouldn't understand even if I were to tell you." I muttered and walked away.
I slammed a fist on the table. I could have done it, I could have been the one Amy spent the rest of her