Your with him?!

Who ever said opposites attract?

Shadow's pov

I wake up, remembering my dream like it was actually real. Because it was. Sonic told me he loved me, then used me, and I went home feeling empty. I sigh and get ready for work, not wanting to deal with my annoying boss and coworkers. Rouge isn't too happy I'm avoiding her, but It's for the best. At least until I feel better.

I brush my quills, teeth, and put my shoes and gloves on. My phone rings but I ignore it, thinking it may be Sonic. I hate him. He's a user. A egoistic exhibitionist who only cares for his own reputation and his own feelings. I should have said no. I should of looked him in the eye and told him that I would't give him a chance even if he was the last hedgehog on Earth.

But I guess it was my fault. I should have never been so foolish. Sonic is no doubt charming, which makes him all the more alluring. I've come to learn that attraction is fatal.

To the heart.

I take one last look in the mirror before pulling out my emerald and  saying the magic words.

"Chaos Control." 

At G.U.N

I head to my station, my eyes avoiding making eye contact with anyone. Instead I watch my feet which somehow have the motivation to keep moving, one step over another. As I reach my cubical which is relatively nicer than the others (being top agent and all) I start to hear giggling. Giggling?

I look up to see a crowd surrounding my desk, staring at something. I see my batty friend amongst  them and I now can't help but be curious. I cough signaling that I have arrived and they all turn around to look at me. They're all grinning like they have some inside joke. 

"What's going on?" The giggling continues and Rouge gives them looks trying to get them to calm down.

"Well sweety, It looks like you've got a admirer, and let me tell you, he's quite the poet." She gives me a big smile and she steps out of the way, the other girls following suit.

I walk up to my desk and I see what looks to be a bouquet of flowers along with a note. Everyone has there eyes on me as I pick up the note. My hearts stops.

"They say opposites attract,

  I'm party's and your books,

I'm jokes and your shy smiles,

 I'm melodies and your lyrics,

I'm impulsive and your cautious,

 Your my my opposite in every way, 

choosing the path less traveled,

Tell me love, is it so hard for you to believe that I want you to stay?

Plenty of apologies, plenty of kisses,

too much love for you, many beautiful promises,

 Tender feeling's,

I've never been good, 

and yet their so true, 

please believe me when I say,

I will do anything to make it up to you"

                     I love you Shadow

                                        ~Sonic

 I look up from the poem and start to feel what seems to be warmth. It's starts at my toes making it's way all through out my body, and I can't help but notice it's most prominent..in my chest.

I put my hands over it, feeling my heart which is anything but steady. Does he mean it? Is this a joke? It couldn't be. If Sonic didn't mean it he wouldn't have signed his name for all to see. Right?

"Shadow~ Your blushing~" Rouge coos. I shake my head going back to reality.

"You never told me you flung with Sonic," She says looking peeved. "What's he apologizing for?"

"Nothing. You all should go back to work." I mutter and take a seat in my chair.

Surprisingly they listen and I'm left to think to myself. Then it dawns on me that this is probably just an excuse to get in my pants and that I'm just a sucker for anyone who shows me a little love. I've never really liked poetry, not sure why he chose it, but my stupid brain can't help but like it because he wrote it. The warm feeling that was there a minute ago lingers, as if my body's telling me not to give this up. Not to give him up.

 I decided I need to be strong. I have to look out for number one and so I pick up the bouquet  which has a variety of flowers and a sweet aroma. Smelling it one more time then throwing it away. Then I pick up the poem, hating how sincere it seems and I put it through the shredder.

After a few minutes of just sitting there, I decide I don't want to work today. On my way out, I come up with a quote, trying to rid his poem from my mind.

"You broke my heart into a million pieces,

And here I am,

still wishing,

you came back to pick them up"