A musical night is going on at Club Rouge to celebrate her birthday. A lot of deep and warm voices has fired up the public, but now it's time for her last wish.
-Knuckie, it's your turn!- she whispered at him.
Knuckles was shocked at the beggining, but then he held the microphone tight, took a deep breath and started to sing a song that... didn't make any sound, at least for himself and the public.
He turned right, to see Rouge's face serene and touched from the words the speaker himself couldn't hear.
She ran to him as if she was giving him a hug, but suddenly the lights turned off to turn on in another reality.
-What the...
Knuckles found himself at the bottom of the shrine, on Ingel Island, woken up from a weird dream he'll probably never forget nor understand completely.
Author's corner:
Have you ever have dreams which are so weird that you wake up exactly like Knuckles here? I have often!
The flash fic suggests that the only person who can understand Knuckles is actually Rouge: the only one who heard his voice, his words, his soul.
Relating this meaning to the quote at the cover on top of the story makes you understand that Knuckles already knows this, but the fact she couldn't make it to hug him it's like saying their connection isn't going to be concrete yet.
This was my last entry for the KnuxougeWeek2020, if you want to, leave a comment and let's get to know each other!
