Give me your heart ~Sonadow~

Chapter 9: I'm sorry, Shadow...

Sonic's POV

"Oh yes!" Dark cheered, fist pumping the air. Did I ever mention that when I slept I was able to talk to him?

In case you didn't know, Dark effectively looks like me but with a dark glow surrounding him, and his eyes are more black then green. When I was angry, he looked absolutely terrifying, but right now he looked like a little kid of Christmas.

"We did it!" He yelped, dragging me into an unwanted hug. "He knows! Progress!"

I blushed. As much as I didn't want to admit it, Dark was right. I'd just told Shadow I loved him, and it wasn't through Dark... it was me, finally telling the truth to myself and the little black and red hedgehog.

"I... I guess we did," I smiled. Despite all he'd been telling me, I hadn't thought I agreed. But in the end, I did. "But it's not right to celebrate yet, Dark. After all, he didn't reply."

"Tsk, yeah, because you fell asleep." Dark suddenly stopped cheering to glare at me. "Couldn't you have stayed awake that little bit longer?"

"Hey," I stomped my foot. I had to defend myself now, I was already embarrassed enough. "The only reason I even said that to him is because I was half asleep. Which would you prefer?"

Dark decided to completely ignore my question, turning away like a little kid in a mood with their parents. I'll admit, it was funny to see such a dark and creepy character being so childish. I suppose I should be used to it, but seeing that side of me was always interesting.

"Why don't you just wake up now?" He asked, as if it were that simple. "Better now than never. No holding back, right?"

"You know I can't do that," I crossed my arms, staring off. This was, of course, my own mind. The only thing that was in there that wasn't conjured by choice was Dark, and he was there because he was a part of me. Usually my brain dreamt of things, such as meadows or forests, but today it had left nothing, a blank empty canvas.

"It's strange to think that sometimes I can't even tell what I'm thinking," I muttered, maybe to Dark, maybe just to the empty space around me. "This complete nothingness, what is it meant to symbolise?"

"Nothing," Dark walked over to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders with a smirk on his face, the classic Sonic smirk that I rarely got to see for myself. "That's exactly it. Right now, you have nothing to think. You're waiting for him to make a response so you have something to think about."

"Why does everything have to revolve around Shadow?" I uttered, his face coming into my mind once more. Such a dark creature, so full of remorse and so consumed by depression... what was so important to me about him? "How can he make my mind so devastatingly empty?"

"He may be full of regret and darkness," Dark began to explain, "but aren't we all? He's been through some tough shit, Sonic. More than you, much more than me."

Suddenly he seemed very far away, practically unreachable. In moments like this, it was almost as if we were two different people. "Aren't I consumed by darkness? Think about it, Sonic. I am literally the embodiment of anger. And yet, I like to believe there is more to me than that - but the only person who can see it is you. We see that same light, that same spark nearly muffled by the darkness in Shadow. We want to make it brighter."

Although it was overbearingly poetic, and half of what he said shouldn't have made sense, somehow it did. I understood what he meant. Shadow may seem to be consumed, but he wasn't just darkness. I, and maybe I alone, could see that.

"I think you're waking up," Dark mumbled as a bright light started to engulf the blank walls of my mind, "just remember what I said. I'm still with you."