It has been months since sonic has passed. Shadow can’t seem to get over it or even think straight. He hasn’t ate anything in god knows how long. He hasn’t showered either. He just laid in bed all day every day, not answering or looking at my phone. But today… he saw sonic. He was right there in front of him. Was that really him? Or a ghost?

“S- Sonic?… I- Is that you?…”

Shadow spoke, his voice raspy and was cracking. He reached out, desperate to touch sonic as tears filled his eyes.