Sonic x Almond Cookie angst book

Chapter 7

Now it's September and I'm re checking on this story one more time. I don't like it at all, if I could, I'd re do it, but I don't want to. I'm going to finish this story hopefully this week, but don't get your hopes up because I never finish what I start. I forgot what this story qas even about anyways, I guess I also forgot to add a stable plot to it but that's okay I got this!! And I'll stop using random fonts too BTW They suck and I don't even play cookie run anymore so idk what I'm doing now
ALSO this seems more serious but only bc I got better in writing so thx for improvement this was always meant to be more of a serious sounding crack fiction so don't make fun of me I hate that thank you so much and read carefully ok I'll end this now
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Sonic walked along the concrete sidewalk. Consumed by his thoughts, he had been walking for 2 hours. Sometimes he wondered when he would stop, when his feet would stop moving and he'd collapse. He wondered if he'd ever stop, even when night fully fell upon him and Almond came searching for him. The sun was beginning to set, and as one autumn leaf fell Sonic stepped on another. It felt strange to him that he had changed so much since he had met Almond. For one; he never ran anymore. Almond had changed his life to the fact that he did not have to run from his problems anymore. Everytime Almond looked into Sonic's eyes, he felt as if his problems melted away like icecream on a hot day. But, Sonic often found himself questioning his heart. Did he love Almond? Did he? Or did Sonic like the attention and the rush of being loved? It's not like he knew what it felt like, really. He likes to think of the idea of someone being there for him, someone staying with him no matter when nor where. He didn't actually care wether it was Almond or wether it was a random man on the streets. He even began to question his own identity. Who was Sonic The Hedgehog? Everyone seemed to think he was some cocky fast guy. But he didn't know wether he was more or less than that. Sonic had decided he did not want to kill himself. He was not suicidal, more of this craving for an end to this depression that he thought ending it was the only option. These thoughts rang in his ears like a sorrowful memory, a nostalgia he could never leave behind with a single breath. Even when thinking, he tried to ignore his impatient mind and think about how it would never matter as long as he kept himself occupied and forgot. All he needed was to forget. But to forget, he had to first remember, and to remember was the most painful part.

He was close to his destination. Walking this far could have been avoided if he'd taken a car or a taxi, but he felt more driven to walk. His old home, with his old life. Arriving at his once beloved home, he knocks on the door. His entire life depended on who opened it and how they reacted to him. He hoped for the best as he felt the door creak open.
"Sonic."
Alvin the Chipmunk cracked open the door and stared. He stared with confusion and hatred, but also a bit of anxiety.
"Hey, Alvin. I'm sorry to stop by like this, I need something from you. Please, let me come in."
Alvin looked at him up and down in displeasure. "No. I know what you want, but you're not getting it. Step away from my house. You're trying to make me miserable again, but not this time. Leave."
"Please," Sonic begged. "Please, sell it to me. Only enough for the week. I understand why you're angry. I get it. Please just give me a little to get through these times. Sure you can understand me? I only want to feel nice again. Please, Alvin."
Alvin stepped outside. His face was sullen and dark.
"You ruined my life, Sonic. I went to prison for a year. I was fired. None of the other chipmunks visited me, none of my friends, no one. I became so cynical, all because of you. You know that when we dated, you were everything to me. No one loved me or understood me until we met! But then you got angry over something that I forgot and ended it. Did you even think that I tried to end it as well? The gun I used that day was the same one I held to my head the night before. Did you ever think about that? Or were you too busy being an asshole? Now you're back here, begging for the same drugs I was jailed for. Don't you understand? No means no. Get out of my house."

It shattered Sonic to think that Alvin's life changed so much for nothing. For nothing except for the sad unnaceptance of each other. Had it already been 2 years? Of course Alvin wanted nothing to do with him, and he had to understand that. How could he be so selfish and disgusting? That's what he was, disgusted with himself. He didn't try to understand Alvin as he walked away from the cold place he used to call home. He would never try to get him, because what is there to get? You wouldn't be able to kill someone who was already dead, much less someone who was dead inside.
There was nothing to do but walk away. Jog, even run. No good memories could make this one feel better. It was all so pathetic and embarrassing.
Sonic ran for the first time in 11 months. His coat shimmered in the moonlight in the shade of a pale green. Sonic did not know where he would go, but it would be far.

Sonic wound up inside Almond's house again. After hearing Alvin's story, he felt as if he could not abandon anyone else. Sadly, his only wish was to leave, but not even that could be granted after all this guilt had been laid on him. Sonic felt suicidal again, was this a there was to his life? The answer never seemed to be more clear than now. He could see it as a constellation in the sky, But all he had to do was not look.