◤𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕪◢ - It Started With Vomit!

Chapter 14: Paramour

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"What did you do that for?" 

"What did I do what for?"

"Don't play coy with me," Sonic clamped his hand hard at Sally Acorn's chin. "Why the hell did you pull that crap last month!" His blood's attempt to evaporate from anger at the mere sight of her was useless. Bewitching, really, this woman was. And he had adored her half his life, too. Such passions stopped, however, at a remote point in time when those memories faded into burdensome shadows of the past due to her track record for never failing to impress, using cold, heartless, and selfish fashions.

"I did what you couldn't do, silly." Eerily, she also seemed to remind him of his older brother. "I gave you a little nudge at being a man!" It was as if they were created specifically for one another.

"I rejected you, Sally."

"You ignored me, Sonic. There's a huge difference." Propelling his hand from off her face at the affronted statement, she turned to face away from him. "You could at least remember that much."

He tried mocking her childish pretense of kittenish evasiveness, "Well! Excuse my asking, but how in the world is there a difference?" But the little wrinkle of her brows practically begged him to end it on genteel terms. "Pray tell," he added.

"By definition, rejection simply can not be applied to words such as, and I quote, ' I can't stay here anymore, Sally. And I don't think we'll ever meet again too, either, if I'm being honest,' which you heartlessly told me before running off to Sega."

"You memorized that?"

Her face embodied ancient stone sculptures; expressions frozen in time at moments of mortal and spirited demise. Maybe hers was at this very moment. But she didn't want to believe he would really abandon her to such a fate. "You ran away from my feelings like I were some sort of plague just to date a lowly wh_re!" 

"Do not refer to my fiance in that manner!"

"Well then, you are the wh_ore! No better than what she is!"

That gave a palpable blow at his being. Scoffing, he riposted: "It seems I've learnt from the best—you and Shadow. You're no better than him, either, you know."

"And you're still hung up on that!"

How he hated when she was right. And how he especially felt stupored when her rich-blue eyes flickered with curious, eager, competitiveness; which, sadly, usually brought out the worst in her. "May I suggest you send congratulations instead of aiming for some watered-down, two-bit stock?" This time, he turned his face from hers, walking the length of the room to get as far away possible from her subtle hex. "And maybe, just maybe, I'll be sending mine, too, in the next few months, I hope."

"You are no 'two-bit' stock—"

"Shadow has the company, Sally. He is beyond well-off and can handle your lifestyle. He can take care of you. I cannot!"

Good God, what had he just said! 

Less than 5 minutes with the woman was stirring rescinded emotion within him despite having promised himself to another—more faultless than she would ever be; Amy Rose. 

He had to say something—anything—before she noticed!

"Although... I've gotta warn you, weddings in the dead of winter aren't the most... heartwarming." But in hearing her alight from her chair, he knew it was too late; picking up the pace to exit the room. "Talk to our parents and clear things up. Quit torturing me. Got it?" He collects his jacket hanging from an antic coat tree.