I stand on the side.

Watching.

They play, they laugh.

And I sit here, all alone.

Truly alone.

Not like them. They have someone by their side, even when they're with no one else.

They have someone I don't.

They call me fairy-less, and it's true.

I don't have one.

When I get one I'm not happy.

No, I like her. A lot. The reason that I'm not happy is because I still can't be one of them.

I never was.

After I age, I'm told that I'm a Hylian, that I'm destined to defeat the evil and rescue the princess.

But I don't want that.

I only want to be with them again, even if I'm still alone.

But I'm not alone, in a way at least.

She and I are close – really close – so maybe if I go back with her, they will accept me.

But I know I won't accept myself.

I didn't want this to happen. I didn't want to be this way.

So with the help of the princess I saved, I undid it all.

I go back to the forest. My fairy left me.

Everything is the same, like nothing ever happened.

Because it didn't.

But I know it happened, and I can't go back to like how it was before.

Even if I did it would be just the same as it is now.

I'm not one of them.

I never was.

I travel.

I want to find her.

She was all I ever had.

But I was nothing like her.

Instead of finding her, I get caught up in something much bigger than me.

I don't want this, but I don't have a choice.

I can't find her. No matter how many times I relive this, she won't appear.

So, just like before, I undo it.

And nobody knows it happened.

I come home.

They are gone.

I don't know what happened.

I never will.

I'm not sure if I care anymore.

They didn't really care for me.

I wasn't one of them anyway, and I never would have been.

Time passes, I age.

Just as I did before.

But this time I can't undo it.

So what do I do?

I try to find someone like me. If I can't…

I die.

I never did find her.

I never did find anyone like me.

Do I have regrets? Of course.

We all do, even if we don't admit it.

I wake up.

I think I've finally found him.

No, I didn't find him.

He found me.

He found himself.

"Hello my child," I tell him.

I refer to myself as stranger.

He doesn't know, and I don't want to hurt him more than he already is.

Because he's fairy-less too.

Our swords clash for the last time.

"Goodbye," I say silently as he leaves.

I've taught him everything I could.

Do I still have regrets?

Yes. I regret I never found her; that I never told him.

I hope he knows.

I hope she knows.

"Hey!"

I turn, and she's floating there, in the void.

"Good job! You did it!" she chirps.

I smile sadly. I guess I did.

I found her, and myself.

I don't know why I was looking everywhere else.

I found someone like me, and he was right here the whole time.

I was never alone because I had myself.

My memories.

My legend.

And he – I – will carry it on without regrets now that they know what I have done.

A/N: I wrote this after having a deep discussion with a relative of mine about life shiz. Sorry if it makes no sense at all. In my current emotionally torn up mind, it's logical.