Disclaimer: I don't own Zelda

Hey, this is just some small random piece that literally came to me in a dream. A very small part is kinda random, so you have been warned.

I was back at her grave again. I just can't believe she is dead. It was all Ganondorf's fault because he was jealous of me having her. I remember what happened when she died.

Flashback

We had finally gotten together and had just started dating. We were the happiest kids in school, and shared many secrets with each other. We loved each other, and had been friends in school until high school, when we confessed our feelings and became boyfriend and girlfriend. We knew that we completed each other, and a small piece of us was always empty when we left on trips away from each other during the summer.

We were playing in the front yard of my house when Ganondorf came walking down the sidewalk. He used to be my friend, but then he started getting into bombs and terrorism, and he started to scare me. Everyone knew that he liked her too, and wished that she was his girlfriend instead of mine. So Ganondorf walks up to us in baggy pants and a shirt two sizes too big, and he sneers at us and said, "I bet that you can't beat me in a fight." She just smiles at him, and lets me know that she will take care of it. She was a black belt in Tae Kwon Do, and could beat the pulp out of anyone. She confidently walks up to Ganondorf's short, chunky body and readies herself for an easy fight. I plead with her to just ignore him, and he might have bombs hidden somewhere. I knew he had found out how to make deadly bombs from somewhere, but it sounded silly coming from my mouth. She just smiles at me and lazily kicks at the back of Ganondorf's leg. When their limbs connect, they are suddenly engulfed in a fiery explosion. Ganondorf did have bombs hidden, and now he had just suicide bombed my girlfriend. It sounded so crazy. I guess that if he couldn't have her, neither could I. I called the police as soon as I could, but they were already long dead. Her mother gave me her diary, and I am surprised at how closely our feelings reflected each other's. I went to her funeral and cried.

End flashback

And now I am in front of her grave again. I whisper some words of love to her gravestone, and I place some flowers by her grave. RIP Zelda. No one can ever replace you.