Caramel

:c

Sonic has a wonderful laugh.  Shadow has a wry smile.

Shadow always coughs from colds and cigarettes. Sonic loves speed, freedom, wind and frost, which leaves a soft glow on the cheeks covered with soft beige wool. He is perfect. And their meeting is an ordinary accident. Such as Shadow just lucky to meet Sonic on his way and fall in love. Or not?

Shadow is just a fool, because he gives his heart to someone like him. Sonic is sloppy. And not only with things. It is easier for him to keep the gifts of Amy or chili dogs untouched by the end of the day than strangers, fragile, almost pathetic, built only on some secret thoughts and assumptions, the feelings of some familiar and the same devotion. He laughs carelessly, looking almost shrewdly at Shadow's ruby ​​eyes. It's easier for him to pretend that he does not know about any feelings, rather than take on his own shoulders, already burdened by cares for saving the world, another problem.

But Shadow loves him just this, impudent, unpredictable, playing with him in a game that only the two of them understand, elusive, elusive, always smiling in response to his furtive glance.

After all, Shadow has resigned himself. And probably that's why he will never stop poisoning himself and his body with empty hopes, nicotine, feelings and will continue to love someone who will never answer him in return.