Sonic's ordinarily deathly afraid of water, afraid of storms, afraid of floods. But here he is, standing outside, leaning next to a tree, letting the rain drape around him and his surroundings and fog his breath. He can smell all the individual droplets, crashing down into the earth below, soaking the forest floor and muddying it to the extreme. He doesn't quite know why he's here. Perhaps it's because he likes the sound; it drowns out the white noise that's been raging in his head. Or perhaps it's because he likes to torture himself.
He's trying to get his heart to pound, but it's too exhausted to work. It's been pounding, pounding, and it simply doesn't have the energy. Just as he doesn't.
He breathes a sigh, rubbing his gloves together, waiting for the storm to pass. This was a stupid decision. Tails will worry about him. But does it matter, when he's teetering on the edge of giving up?
He doesn't expect company. No one's going to stop for a quitter, anyway. ]
how do you write depressed Sonic ever
[ It's quiet and it's storming outside.
Sonic's ordinarily deathly afraid of water, afraid of storms, afraid of floods. But here he is, standing outside, leaning next to a tree, letting the rain drape around him and his surroundings and fog his breath. He can smell all the individual droplets, crashing down into the earth below, soaking the forest floor and muddying it to the extreme. He doesn't quite know why he's here. Perhaps it's because he likes the sound; it drowns out the white noise that's been raging in his head. Or perhaps it's because he likes to torture himself.
He's trying to get his heart to pound, but it's too exhausted to work. It's been pounding, pounding, and it simply doesn't have the energy. Just as he doesn't.
He breathes a sigh, rubbing his gloves together, waiting for the storm to pass. This was a stupid decision. Tails will worry about him. But does it matter, when he's teetering on the edge of giving up?
He doesn't expect company. No one's going to stop for a quitter, anyway. ]