Hey, this is LIO here and I bring you my saddest oneshot ever. I've wanted to write one about Twilight Princess forever because the ending made me dissapointed. So, here's Link after Midna left. R&R Oh yeah, I don't own Zelda and the qoute from Breaking Dawn by Stephanie Meyer.
Dedicated to: RocketDog and my fellow Zelda fans.
Comatose
Mornings were difficult, especially when it rained. Those were the mornings when Link literally dragged himself out of bed. When he'd walk past his mirror, he wouldn't look. If she couldn't stand him, she of all people, then how could he stand himself? He'd come to that conclusion. That was why she broke it; so she'd never have to see him again. He remembered one stormy night she had spoken to him about the man from the dark, recesses of her world. The man that loved her, fought for her, the man who cared.
His name was on the tip of Link's tongue and when he finally remembered it, it would just cut him even deeper. Deeper. All the time he was going deeper, dragging himself so far down that he just wanted lay there and soak in it. He couldn't sleep. When he shut his eyes he saw the mirror shatter or worse he saw Zant casting her into the light.
So he stayed awake. Another couple of hours a day to be miserable.
He was hardly ever at home. It was warm there; sunny there. It made him remember the morning when he caught trying to touch the light of the sun. He'd laughed at the time, watching her stand on the edge of a snowy cliff on Snowpeak mountain, stretching her fingers so it looked like she was seriously touching it. He'd hang onto that. He'd hung onto a lot since he'd met her.
Telma looked after him now. Not that he needed looking after. Still, when he came to the bar she'd question him.
"Have you met any nice girls?" No.
"Are you eating enough? You're so thin that I hardly recognize you!" No, he wasn't but he'd lie and say he was, just to pacify her.
"You ever think about dating?" She asked one day and he told her, " Like girls?" He said listlessly and she nodded, "I don't see them. I don't see their faces." he sighed.
Then, finally, one day she stopped asking. That was alright with him; he stopped answering. When he was hurt or sick she'd look after him, but as soon as he was well enough to go he would. He'd be on his way, as comatose as ever.
Sometimes when he saw people, the ones he knew, their faces read, "Aren't you moving on?"
He'd sigh. No one met Midna but Zelda and himself. No one knew how hard it was to let go of somebody like her.
"When are you going to get on with your life!?" Illia screamed at him one rainy day. She hurled a plate at him an he winced when it hit him and shattered. When she sees me later. Sees me later. Later. He'd thought.
Some days he'd just cry. Now that. . . that felt good.
He'd cry and he'd melt into all that golden and orange twilight.
That was the most angsty peice I've ever done. I liked it. Please review.