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I Hate You. The love you suck from me The adoration that bleeds for you The need for the smiles and tears It festers and rots me All hollow now I lack my own definition You stole that.

Happy Valentine's Day for Project: Shadow Chapter 11 To the pressure, everything's just like… An illusion, I'll be losing you… Before long… Rouge went to her house accompanied by Knuckles. She hated the idea of looking weak, but the truth was she was genuinely frightened that Shadow might do something horrible. She knew he had that capability, that he could calculate and hurt deeply, or even burst into a fit of violent rage when pushed too far; and while she had thought it was impossible for him to turn on her in the same manner, now she was unsure. She slowly unlocked the door and opened it onto a dark hallway. It was

Happy Valentine's Day for Project: Shadow Chapter 10 I believe my future, farewell to the shadow, It was my place to live, but now I need your hand… Lead me out with your light, I have breathed in The disgusting air of darkness, but I never lose out… Christmas Day, and Shadow was having… Well, he was content enough. Fun was a stretch, he was too uncomfortable around all these people when not in a threatening situation. The day had passed normally enough, despite what day it was. Shadow had given Rouge a gift of viewing an ice-skating show (it had seemed like a good idea) and from what he could tell she had enjoyed it. So

I am nothing but a robot a machine Devices are made to maximise potential, to accomplish goals efficiently. What is an automation that cannot achieve its set goals, it required parameters? Broken. A broken mechanism is only an incomplete gadget, it is inefficient. A faulted contraption. It is only useless to itself. It can never succeed. Never be satisfied. Never accomplish its goals. Never.

Happy Valentine's Day for Project: Shadow Chapter 9 You see a light wherever you go… You have to face it again and again… And again… And again… Rouge skittered down the alleyway and pelted through it, arriving at the street on the other side. She took to the skies and landed on top of a building, looking back from where she had come.
No sign of pursuit. She breathed in relief. Rouge had not been in any particular danger, she was simply making sure she hadn't been seen. Another break in at another supplier company (this time gas and electricity) and while this event was no more interesting or exciting as the la

Unready She laughs, and grinning in return, I told her my prior ex's faults, the whining minutiae that was pointless; as we laugh I falter, my smile does fade as fond recall shifts within my eyes. What was her smile? Her smell? The way she looked at me sent small shivers of need through. She was far stronger than I am. And here I am, faltering at her memory. I cling with pure need to remember her 'whining minutiae'. As we laugh, an epiphany. I'm terrified; I'm beginning to forget her.

Happy Valentine's Day for Project: Shadow Chapter 8 Oh dark, the darkness that dozes in the dusk, Throw it all away… Evening was here and Rouge had long abandoned her laptop. She hated the damn thing. That laptop meant hours of reading that was so, so, SO boring. She wished death upon that laptop. In her room she now viewed herself in the mirror, creasing out a wrinkle in the dress she was wearing- a dark purple satin halter dress that had a slit going up to her right thigh. The hem was bordered with silver to compliment her fur and it worked quite well. She wore plain white gloves, similar to her regular ones but lacking the pink

Happy Valentine's Day for Project: Shadow Chapter 7 No one can break you, nobody can tear you… You'll live an endless life forever… Rouge was flicking through a clothing magazine when Shadow came down the stairs. She had already contacted Grace and sent further data through, and she had been advised that she should refrain from visiting any more companies for a good week. Instead, Grace had given her half of the data to sift though to see if they could find any clues. This annoyed Rouge as she reasoned that it was her risking her butt to get the data, the least Grace could do was find something useful in it by herself, but in t