◤𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕕𝕒𝕞𝕪◢ - It Started With Vomit!

Chapter 22: This Devil Knows What It Wants

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Tonight was the first time in Amy Rose's comfortable, staid life where she'd actually experienced a frigidness past the intensity of a simple "chill." It was queer, considering the fact that where they were at is supposedly pleasant... temperate... relaxing-a country moulded wholly for the rich and wealthy, whose dream vacation certainly wasn't about spending months upon months living amongst Antarctica's polar bears, penguins, and enormous orcas. Even for her, that would be a waste of useful millions, which is probably nothing to them-espèces in the grand scheme of things.

But Shadow loved it, and so did Rouge.

Amy read on their faces as they alighted from their private plane: Monaco, a country disconnected for more reasons than just its Grand Prix and tax-evasive personality. The views were a sight to behold. Its yachts made to empower whoever dared to climb aboard, drifting away on a fantastical adventure across the vast, beautiful Mediterranean.

It was wonderful. All of it. Yet the more Amy pondered why Sonic chose to abandon living in this castle of a country, was when she doubtlessly concluded fate must've been hard at work, similar to Romeo and Juliet's romantic mesmerism. The comfort each of them enjoyed was nothing compared to a lover's sweet touch, a partner's company, and a lifelong commitment expended on each other's better half, which Amy had experienced with Sonic on countless occasions.

He was, without a doubt, the love of her life. Sonic had a unique way of making her smile: buying her flowers for every missed day of their dream wedding-that isn't being taken well by his family-ever since their engagement three months ago. He always indulges her every overwhelming habit, like her inane, constant need to have someone around whenever an anticipated film hit theatres. Sonic, most importantly, stuck it out with her through an unemployment phase, allowing her to lodge at his abode for a while as Amy valiantly worked through her life of rubble.

Shadow, on the other hand, was everything that his brother wasn't: callous, obstinate, designing, and unscrupulous, to say the least. The entire two months, thus far, in his company had been filled with nothing except never-ending dos and don'ts, code of conducts, rules of propriety, and what a proper lady should act like, look like, and speak like. Every conversation was a sparing competition about who was right and who was wrong, which she always was-right.

"What's got your panties in a bunch?" Rouge paused in her steps, sashaying over to examine her petrified friend who'd been embarrassedly dismissed by her own future husband in front of their gossip-hungry staff. He'd offered his hand to Rouge at the last step of the boarding steps, but proceeded to ignore Amy afterwards, moving to enter a car he'd ordered exclusively for himself, away from her all-too-obvious rancid company-a circumstance worse than death, apparently.

"Cruel..." Amy replied, barely managing a glance at his previously uplifted cheeks, glistening teeth, and sparkling red eyes which were now all hardened, schooled to a perfect stoic expression.

Shadow hedgehog may be cruel, yes, but what she had done some days ago-rejecting him with superfluous passion-had been crueller and inexcusable, as much as she wanted to protest otherwise. So, sure. While she completely deserved the eerily uneventful time spent in his company, learning to settle into his torturesome version of the cold shoulder, Amy decided not to let it get her down too much.

This confounded poor Rouge further.

"Whatever, hun," she smoothly sufficed. "Are you going to keep standing there all day or what?"

"If only," Amy yelled purposefully, intriguing Shadow's attention for an infinitesimal second; maybe even less. "I should just end this paramount sojourn here, not move from this spot, and then we'll see who'll walk down the aisle with my asshole of a husband!"