You’ve always been addicted to smoking, it always helped cool your nerves, calm you down, take away this brutal pain that the world has brought you. None the less, you didn’t care that it was bad for you, that it commonly killed people, that was something you wouldn’t mind, you were already a mess to begin with, no point to keep on living in the same damn cycle.

Yet, the only person who could light your dark and cold eyes just a little bit, was Sonic. He was like the spark of sunshine in a galaxy of darkness, always standing out, but in a warm and welcoming way.

It was a cold winter night, about 2:30am to be exact, rain powdering down onto your fur as you leaned against the railing of your guy’s apartment balcony, looking over at the city at night, taking a long drag of your cigarette before huffing it out slowly, the smoke cloud blowing off in the wind.

Sonic was still asleep, but there was no doubt he wouldnt wake up in the next 5 minutes.