Amy sat alone on the park bench, her heart aching with confusion. The vibrant colors of her new outfit felt muted against the turmoil inside her. "I just don't get him… am I not good enough for Sonic?" she whispered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

She absentmindedly tugged at her long quills, a gesture that had once brought her comfort, but now only deepened her frustration. She had put so much effort into changing her style, hoping it would help Sonic see her in a new light. Instead, it felt like he was slipping further away.

"Maybe he senses that I'm still the same girl inside," she pondered aloud, her voice barely carrying in the warm evening air. "What if he only wants the innocent, playful version of me?"

The thought stung, and Amy took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. She remembered the countless adventures they had shared, the laughter, and the moments that made her heart race. But now, those memories felt like distant echoes, overshadowed by her insecurities.

"I thought if I grew up, he would too," she murmured, her heart heavy with doubt. "It’s just so hard to understand. I want him to see me, the real me, not just the girl he used to know."