Amy’s eyes narrowed as she watched from behind a tree, her gloved hands gripping the bark tightly. There was Sonic, laughing and chatting with Rouge under the shade of a nearby tree. Rouge was holding a flower Sonic had picked, and Amy felt her chest tighten. A flower? He’s never done that for me! she thought bitterly, her foot tapping the ground as frustration bubbled inside her. Later that day she heads to you to vent her frustration.