Wow okay this chapter is ridiculously short. Normally I do about over 1000 words or so but I guess this is just to ease back into the story as a couple of people have been asking me to update and it's been a long time, so it's mostly too see if anyone is still interested in this story.

Please let me know whether to update or not, hopefully if you have any ideas please pitch them to me as I'm not feeling as into this story as much now, but if you want to see it continue I'll do my best.

Again sorry it's so short, hope you enjoy.

Everything was what he expected it to be. Sonic couldn't bring himself to pretend that he was having a good time, happy to be there or that he cared. The press had lined up, camera's focused on him to cut the ribbon with biggish sized scissors that were made from gold and had jewels impressed into the blades. If they had expected a speech from him then they had been sadly let down. All Sonic did was march up to the ribbon, grab the scissors, snip, done, walked off. He was supposed to say a few words, then smile dramatically and cut the red material slowly. The photographers almost missed it happening.

No one said anything however. Inside when the party started Sonic's mood still didn't change. He was sat at his table while everyone else was up socialising. Amy however, wasn't taking the hint of wanting to be alone.

"Come on, dance with me" she urged, tugging on his arm. Sonic pulled away.

"Leave me alone Amy."

"What is with you? You've been miserable all day" she huffed, placing her hands on her hips.

Sonic rolled his eyes. "I've been ill, what do you expect. I'm not in the mood for you" he snapped before turning his head away. Amy, still not wanting to give up, playfully tugged on his ear. "Mr. Moody pants, get your butt off this chair and dance with me" she laughed. This did not improve Sonic's attitude however as he swiped his arm out, knocking her hand away before angrily getting up and walking away, cursing under his breath.

Amy didn't follow him. She was stunned at his sudden aggressiveness. He wasn't normally that easily annoyed… he must still be feeling ill.

Walking out the back door, making sure no one would see him, or try to start a conversation, Sonic kept his head low, trying to escape the noise. His head pounded from the loud classical music. All the snobs trying to great him as he were to be honoured by their presence. It made him feel sick again. This was a bad time to go to this party. Whatever he drank last night was messing his head up and all this battle of the wealthiest was getting to him. That, plus his leg still hurting, which no one even seemed interested in, so long as he could make an appearance, like a puppet. It was becoming too much now.

He leaned against the wall, inhaling the fresh air. It felt like his stomach was churning. The bright lights in the ball room made him see black dots, and it was like a noose around his head. Sonic slowly slid down the wall, sitting on the cold, refreshing concreate. It felt good to be away from that. He wasn't one to get easily stressed, but today was one of those days. No doubt tomorrow he'd be over it, and everything would be fine, but for now, nothing was.

Silence only lasted for a few moments, until he heard a voice greeting from a distance. Sonic opened his eyes and looked around, not recognising the voice. Soon he realised though that there was a man from the party who had stepped outside to answer his phone, and was talking to a woman called Sarah or something, nothing that got Sonic's interest. He was about to rest his head back but then a familiar sent reached his nose.

Immediately his eyes were drawn back to the man, who held a cigarette in his hands, freshly lighted.

Sonic couldn't deny it, all he was thinking about was the smell. It was repulsive, yet completely intoxicating. Even from his hiding place near the walls, it was all he could breathe in. It made him feel sick though, and it felt like he was going to throw up in his mouth. At this point, Sonic's head pounded. He wanted to go home… or just go to bed, it didn't matter where.

His brow suddenly raised.

He wasn't that far from Eren's.