Sonic:Shadow misses maria so much he can't stop thinking about her.
Tails:Yeah he is in a self induced acoma
Sonic:to him its like if maria died yesterday he thinks he can just wake up and maria is back.
Knuckles:well that is possible.
tail and sonic:what how!?!
Knuckles:if he wants maria back so much the master chaos emerald can grant his wish.
Sonic:well when shadow wakes up we'll take him to angel Island but now I'm going home tails knuckles rouge u coming?
All:yes.except Amy
Amy:I'm going to stay with shadow and tell him about the master emerald ill call u when he wakes up.
Sonic:ok bye
Amy:bye
To be continued
Tears
Tears of joy, sadness, and death. We can’t control them, it just happens. Important things that we no longer wish for come to life as one tear is shared another follows. Tears of joy can be shared by loved ones but tears of sadness, depression overlaps your body as you become one. Crying can be a source of pain that just will lead to an empty room filled with hope and desire
A cold night.
The dark shadows Overfilled the hallways as midnight howls took over. Every noiseless sound to come pounded against the walls as a mare child is watching. Staring into an empty space less wall awaiting for her next death to come. Slowley starving herself with gilt, for her lost soul, which she weeps for. Pain would wemb up in her soul by a killers kiss shredding her to pieces the longer she waits. Never to be seen before she still waits, maybe for all year long maybe not who knows.
Tears of joy, sadness, and death. We can’t control them, it just happens. Important things that we no longer wish for come to life as one tear is shared another follows. Tears of joy can be shared by loved ones but tears of sadness, depression overlaps your body as you become one. Crying can be a source of pain that just will lead to an empty room filled with hope and desire
A cold night.
The dark shadows Overfilled the hallways as midnight howls took over. Every noiseless sound to come pounded against the walls as a mare child is watching. Staring into an empty space less wall awaiting for her next death to come. Slowley starving herself with gilt, for her lost soul, which she weeps for. Pain would wemb up in her soul by a killers kiss shredding her to pieces the longer she waits. Never to be seen before she still waits, maybe for all year long maybe not who knows.
