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Sonic turned the white roses in the vase for what felt like the millionth time. They had to look perfect.
He heard the front door open. "Sonic? What is this?"
Sonic handed him the vase. "It makes sense, I promise. See, the blue vase is me; the white roses are you." He took the roses out of the vase. "Do you know what we call a vase with nothing in it? That's right, empty. That would be my life without you."
Silver smiled as he put the flowers back in the vase. "Let's leave them in there then."