A/N Hey guys! If you didn't notice in the summary, this little oneshot coincides with my major story right now, A Bit To Much Too Drink. If you haven't read it I suggest you do, and well if you don't you won't understand this, but whatever, enjoy!
My heart was crushed, my dreams broken and my mind shatters. He was gone, dead, and nonexistent. His heart has stopped beating and all because he tried to be the hero. He jumped in front of me to block the attack, and suffered the consequences. Now he lies dead, under a pile of debris and rubble. I have no words left to stay, but even though my mind is shattered, it races at the same time. The same scene playing over and over on repeat, the image of the sword impaling him burns my mind, and breaks my heart, and the image of Ghirahim standing over him, finishing him off with a spell stirs my anger and sadness all at one. Link would not want me to cry, but I can't help it. The Hero of Time is dead. My hero is no more, and I am to blame for it.
