Forgotten
Dead inside.
It's all I feel anymore... Not a single moon passes that I don't think of how heavy my heart has become. This burden... this curse... it's all that I have now. To wear the face of a Hero, never faltering, never giving up in the face of evil......it makes me sick.
Nowhere to turn, no one to lend a compassionate ear in my time of need, the plight of this troubled soul shall never go answered. And so...
I find myself wishing... that I'd never been born.
What possible reasons do I have in continuing this sordid existence any longer? I have nothing left... not my friends, not my family...
-Nothing.
The light of my life has gone out; the embers of an old flame have long since turned to ashes. I know now that I will never see Her again. What a fool I was, thinking that one day, she would return to me...
There are no more tears left for me to shed, no more purpose for this tired old Hero to grasp. Love is something that I must live without, even if it kills my heart with each and every day...
Because where's the hope in trying to...
...if I'm always destined to be alone...?
---Link's Journal: His Last Entry...