Be my Bad Boy

Under the influence

Page by page, moment by moment, I have changed into who stands before you. And yet, I always feel I will wake up suddenly; in a fit of both joy and sadness, all the world will end. Storms gather and the earth collide, I save myself in this dream. Strength beyond that of anyone is held in him. Shadow, thank you.

As the weeks moved, I felt my strength return. The wounds continue to heal, the pain seems less real, and all the bitterness has been erased. If Shadow had any other choice, he would have taken it. However, Tails had finally gone over the edge. It is all my fault, not Shadow's neglect or his action of physically pulling the trigger. I am the catalyst, if only I had not . . .

I slowly stood up and took the bleeding white rose in my hand. I twiddled it in my hand, ever so gracefully; yet, the spikes cut through my soft hands. Efface my memories, pain, come and take it all away.

The blood was thin, a sign of my weakness. Tormented and defeated, Tails sent me to the bottom. Those two have forced me even further below. I have surely gone under zero. I am dying again.....

“Help me . . .”

A hand, a warmth caresses my face. Him. I press my face against it. I push into it, and it goes away. Cold, I press against a source of warmth. I find the heated life, and push myself into him. His arms surround me, and the arms hold me close. The arms, my castle. His heart, it beats, and I know I have buried myself in his chest. His heart, my sky....

My troubles, under the touch, they melt away. My worries, they flee from my memory. My eyes tear in the clarity. I cry. I breath. I am made real.

The night engulfs me, but his warmth lights the way. He is my life as I was for Tails. This is how Tails felt. Now, I can see. Tails, his love was infinite, and he feel into despair as I was just moments ago. No, mine was different. I was but sorrow. I am....happy. My soul rekindled, my will alive. I cried, this one of the dark wiped away my tears. I scream, he fights away all of my tears.

“Save me,” I plead. I can only want and need. He can only give and care.

Wetness falls on me. I realize he has cried for me. I feel terrible. “I am better, Shadow.” The words escape my lips and his quiet sobs stop. His heart leaps in his chest.

“My heart beats stronger now, now your by my side... But please, hold me tight.” Again, I feel myself becoming artistic. My wings, the burden of death, sorrow, it wall vanishes as my mind liberates itself. I can feel myself flying into himself.

And then, it happens. That which must inevitably happen. My eyes opened. The bright, warm sun let its golden rays fall over me. I take in the strong scent of sex and love. I had that nightmare again. I sat up and his cradling arms released me, falling to the side. I shouldn't bother him. My love of loves. How can I even think of anyone but you?

The question was silly. This love is my only desire, and all that was dreamt was but a mere dream. A figment of my over active imagination. But what a dream it was, a little dreary and sad. Long I suppose, but to take over the time of weeks, it was short. The house was just as in my dream. My works still hung on the wall. The chairs were as I could recall. Everything was set perfectly.

I took to the kitchen. Quickly, I began to fry two eggs. Hopefully, he would not be hungry today. I did not feel like cooking all morning. However, things rarely change now. On cue, my love walked into the kitchen. He sat at the table and gave me a loving, lazy look. Things were crazy in that dream. Things I would rather not conjure in a sleep. Sad, in almost every respect. I suppose, however, it is fair not to forget what has led me to Shadow.

The End.

A/n: This story is dedicated to my cat. (Seen in chapter one. Lucky prick got to make out with Shadow.) This ending wasn't as rushed as the final appears. This took a lot of tossing ideas around, and the hardest part was ending it. I decided mainly to end it here, cause it is positive and gives me a WAFF. (Warm and Fuzzy Feeling for those who don't know.) I would love reviews because I want to know if people liked this idea of an ending of if they felt cheated. (And yes, I can understand the latter. I tried not to, but I was afraid of giving away too much. The longer I go, the more likely I will make a mistake.) This is my second finished story, and the next should be set me free. Which will be ending in approx. 1 chapter also. Um, thank you to all my readers. I dedicate this to my cat who has fallen ill today. (He is the catalyst for the overly semi-poetic start) Maybe I should not write while “emo.” Eh, who gives a damn. To Shadow: Sorry if this falls short of your expectations. However, I am not continuing, but I would love to thank you for your review. It is the reason I continued with Chapter five. And, I would love to hear your thoughts on this ending especially. Should be interesting. Well, I must depart now. Good night.