For how Long will the Red Rose Grow
//cover art not mine, credit to original artist//
Complete!!
WARNING. THIS STORY CONTAINS VULGAR LANGUAGE AND DESCRIPTIVE SCENES OF GORE AND BLOOD. READER DISCRETION ADVISED
!!Now Cross-posted on AO3!!
Sonic's hands shook and his knees wobbled, weak and unsteady as he stared at the sink. His brain was blank and blood ice cold, the world around him spinning. It had its talons on him, the incurable disease of humiliating love.
But what could he do? He was in love with him, and he didn't love him back.
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Sonic had known Shadow for as long as he could remember. They had fought as enemies, as allies, as friends and foes alike. He wasn't entirely aware of the deep pining he was growing inside to be with him, to be near him. Not until he coughed up a few petals.
Now faced with the crushing reality of his situation, Sonic's options are limited. With each passing day, the weight inside him grew, threatening him with the ever present knowledge that he was going to die. He could only do one thing.
Keep it all a secret.
