Yo, ttyl.
She watched as the green clad male rode away from her home on her own favorite horse. There was a time when she wouldn't have given up that mare for the world, but there she sat on the fence, watching him charge away on the magnificent creature.
How appropriate. Link was her world now. Her everything. Years of cooperation and companionship had conditioned their relationship to evolve into what it is now. She had always been there for him, and him for her as well.
Yes, Malon loved Link, but she hated him more and more for everyday that she so painfully realized her feelings weren't returned.
He may have been her everything, but the fact that she didn't, couldn't, wouldn't have him, made her want nothing to do with him.
She adored and cherished him, and she abhorred and despised him.
Link cared for her, though. She knew that. She clung to the hope that it may one day become more, despite how many times she had been told 'no.'
That was it, she supposed. He brought out the worst in her. The brat who wanted everything she couldn't have.
The worst part, though, the worst part was that he didn't realize it. He didn't notice how she became a living cheerful girl whenever he was around. Nor how she slowly rotted away and died a little bit more each time he so gallantly trotted away on what was once her horse.
He was just pleasantly obliviously while she could only be painfully aware.
But it was okay.
Malon could live with it.
She could continue life with what she had.
She would rather live this painful nightmare than face the Hell that would be if she drove him away. Link was worth it in her mind.
It was worth it.
This was a phrase that she would forever repeat inside her mind.
Though only a true relationship could help her live, at least his companionship could help her survive.
Shit, guys, that made me sad...
Anyway, I only ever realize just how hypocritical I am when I'm writing. I hate it when people post one-shots like this 'cause I always want them to elaborate. But here I am, posting a vague depressing one-shot. Whoopty-fuckin'-doo. And you know what else? I usually don't like when fics are all italics. But looky here! Italics!
I hate myself sometimes.
K, I don't even... I don't even know where this came from. I mean da f*ck brain. Try normal for a change, would ya? Like, I'm supposed to be a asleep right now too. And I actually did try to sleep. It wasn't even this idea that kept me awake, I just decided to read some fanfiction, and during one I decided, k sleepy bye bye after this. But then my brain was all like, "No! Fuck you, you're gonna write a crappy one-shot instead with an author's note longer than the actual story."
Fuck you brain. Go away, I don't even like you anymore.
Alrighty, shameless self-promotion time. You should totally go read my incomplete, currently being edited, crappy, Link/Malon fic 'cause you probably got nothing better to do if you're still reading this. It's called Walking Down Memory Lane and making New Allies.
That's a long name, and I actually really don't like it. But there are so many fics by the name of 'Memory Lane' so I decided to be stupidly unique instead.
You know what? My A/N's are never this long. You know what that means? That means fuckin' Ace is rubbing off on me! He wrote something like a 300 word story once, but it's word count was 1500. And I actually read the entire A/N!
I don't recall ever being quite so goofy in one of my author's notes before, though I know if I have at least ONE PERSON I KNOW WILL TELL ME!
I'm not usually like this. I'm serious, I'm not.
La dee da, I need sleep so buh-bye.