(Disclaimer: I do not own any Sonic characters in this story. They belong to SEGA and the Sonic Team=D)

When the bus stopped, Amy boarded and took the seat farthest away from the front. She couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened that day.
(FLASHBACK)

Sonic: “Amy! Glad you could make it!” he had called her and told her to meet him in the park. He had said something else about something, but she was so excited to meet him, she hadn't really listened to what it was. “Why are you so late?”
Amy: “It takes a while to get here from my house!” she had bought him a box of chocolate because it was Valentine’s Day.
Amy: “So…who are those flowers for? Possibly someone you’ve known for a long time?
Sonic: “Yeah”
Amy: “Someone really cute?”
Sonic: “Of course!”
Amy: “Are they for—

“Hi Sonic!” a voice Amy didn’t recognized called out.
Sonic: “Hi!”
Amy froze. She looked the hedgehog over. It was a gold, female hedgehog. She was wearing a light-blue dress and matching high-heel boots. She ran over and hugged Sonic. Sonic cleared his throat. “Amy, this is Diana. Remember I told you about her on the phone?" Amy realized that that was what she had forgotten in his call.

“Pleased to meet you!” Diana said, “You must be Amy! Sonic’s told me so much about you!” Diana held out her hand. Amy was too dumbfounded to do anything. After a second, she snapped back into reality and she shook Diana’s hand, being even more careful to hide the chocolates behind her back. “Nice…” she tried hard not to choke over her words as she felt hot tears start to form in her eyes. “to meet you too.”

"You wanna hang out with us?" Diana asked

“No, that's okay. I’ll leave you two alone.” Amy slowly turned around and walked to the bus stop. (END FLASHBACK)

She was still running it through her mind when the bus stopped and she walked about half a block towards her house. She didn’t want to go back home and it was dark now, so she went back and sat on the bus stop bench to be alone. She hugged herself and realized that she had been holding the chocolat the entire time. She threw them to the ground and silently cried. The one she had loved so much, her hero, had basically just crushed her dreams. She had cried for what seemed like hours when she heard a rustling in the bushes. The bench that she was sitting at was where Shadow the hedgehog usually went to sleep at night. He was surprised to see her sitting there.

“Shadow? What are you doing here?” she ask through her tears.

“Well, this is where I usually rest.”

“Oh! I’m sorry! I didn’t know, I’ll go now.” She said still crying.

“Don’t bother; I’ll just go find a tree.”

“No, I really should have been home a long time ago.”

Shadow shrugged but turned around to head for the park. He didn’t want to sleep there anymore. Amy turned and started to walk away. When she had walked a few steps, she turned around.

“Shadow…”

Shadow seemed a little aggravated. “What?”

“I know you probably have your own problems on your mind, but can I talk to you? I really have to get this off my chest.”

Afraid she’d cry if he said no, he rolled his eyes but went over to the bench where she once again sat. She made room and a gesture for him to sit down. He shook his head and remained standing. Amy told him what had happened that day from beginning to end. While she was talking to him, she noticed something about him that she hadn’t expected. He was actually listening to what she was saying. He still had that cold look on his face, but when she looked into his eyes, she saw compassion, like he actually felt her pain. She had expected him to just act like he was listening like most of her other friends would do.

“Now I don’t know what to do Shadow! There! I said it.” She got up to leave when she heard him speak.

“Well Amy, I think I might be able to help you.”

“What?” she whispered in disbelief.

“Did I stutter? Do you want my help or not?”

“Yes! Yes! Thank you! What do I do?”

He sat down on the bench. “Well, to start, remember one thing…obsession is bad, very bad.”

“I wasn’t obsess—

He gave her that look that says: Don’t lie to yourself.

“Okay fine…maybe I was a little obsessed.”

“Amy, if you make one person or thing your everything, when they’re gone, you’ll have nothing.”

The truthfulness of his words hurt her inside. She knew he was right…she just didn’t want to admit it.

“What you need to do is get over him, or at least stop obsessing over him. You need to like him as a friend.”

She gave him a look of uncertainty,

“It’ll take some time. Trust me; I know from first hand experience what it’s like to lose a loved one.” With that, he stood up and disappeared into the night. For a second, Amy just stood there. She hadn’t expected any actual help from him…of all people. Then, she walked home.