Hey there, again. I'm Silvite's Cry, and this is my second piece to be put up on this site. Oh, please read and review. That would be nice of you. Let's get some technical stuff out of the way, shall we?

The Legend of Zelda and all characters affilated with the series do not belong to me, but to Nintendo. Yay. Do not sue. :D!

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Spiteful Regret

Link,

I really didn't think that you would change so much.

You allowed her and her visions to change you in such a way... and things have gotten too distant for comfort. It's like you don't care, it's like you've forgotten what we once had, once upon a time.

I was always here, I still am, I'm still waiting. I'll always be waiting. Call me a fool, but I'd rather be the fool with some sort of hopeless optimism than a negative husk of what I once was, like all those others. I'm not the only one you affected- I know this for a fact.

I know that you probably won't read this anyway. You're too busy saving a world that doesn't need saving.

It wasn't jealousy, it never was. I was happy for you. I can never quite see you negatively regardless of what decisions you choose to make. But sometimes those decisions... they're painful, I guess.

Is it wrong to hate actions but love a person? I'm being futile, I'm being idiotic, and I know it. Yet I can't stop thinking this way. Fraught with worries and regrets and things that I should have said but I bit my tongue, I held back. I promised that I wouldn't hold back...

There isn't a worse feeling than breaking a promise to yourself. It's sad, but true. All of these damn restrictions, these "could have been" thoughts, they tug at me constantly. I've been wasting time. I've been afraid to speak out, and even after you read this, if you even read this, I know that I'll still be afraid to say what's on my mind. When you can't even trust yourself anymore...

You tell me. You tell me how this feeling is. To think, I have to write things like this on some weathered piece of parchment that could never possibly reach where you are instead of telling you when I had the chance. Sometimes you have to take the coward's way of things when you want things done.

I wish it didn't come to this. I'm still afraid. I'm always waiting, here in the same spot that I watched you ride away, but I'm afraid. I'm afraid that I won't ever see you again, that you'll never read this, that you've gone too far into something that you can never get out of.

You tell me how you feel. If you feel anything at all.

Yours,

Ilia

P.S. My regards to your precious princess. Living in a world of shadows can't be all bad, I assume.