Chapter One:

I won't lie. I never put that much thought into love. I never visualized myself falling in love, let alone meeting anyone who would feel that connected to me. I always visualized my love-life...well...non-existent. I rarely ever had feelings for lust, and I never had sensations or desires to even touch someone. And I realized this while sitting in class one day, tapping a pencil against my temple. I blinked out of thought when my friend, Link, prodded my rib.

"Sheik?"

I turned my gaze over to him, waiting for an answer.

"I'm confused on this." He slid over his paper across the science table to me. And yet, this was nothing new. He always came to me if he needed help.

I looked at it with a dull expression. "Maybe you should start paying attention." I smirked and slid it back to him. Truth was, I wasn't paying attention and I had no clue either. He took it back with an unsatisfied look sketched on his face. I shrugged.

And as if Din herself had saved me, the bell rang.

I began walking home and started up where my thoughts last left off. I thought back years ago and came to the conclusion that no, I never really had feelings of that sort for anyone. I was the type of person that kept to myself and was always labelled as shy. Even my parents...er, parent thought so. And walking in to her sitting at the table with the stern look she always held was even more nerveracking. To my seventeen years of age to this day, I still wasn't able to tell if she was angry to her face is just stuck like that.

She stared at me in silence and I akwardly walked over to her. Taking a seat across from her, I stared at a splinter of the wood sticking up from the table that seemed to kick my OCD in overdrive. I locked my eyes onto it.

"Sheik. I don't know what else to do."

Remaining a cold look to the wood, I replied. "About what?"

"You."

"Me?"

She sighed. Then nodded.

"Why? What about me?"

She used her index finger to lightly pull my chin up to face her. "You haven't been the same kid anymore."

I absolutely refused to make eye contact. "Is that a bad thing?"

"Well, no. But it worries me."

Deep down, I wanted to desperately blurt out how I was really feeling. I wanted to explain to her so badley of how I missed my dad and my sister. It hurt me inside and she's right; ever since they left, I've been different.

"Oh."

She waited some more but I simply looked away. I wasn't trying to be stubborn. I just didn't want to revive the feelings I had from my past.

She took my hand in hers and rubbed it reassuringly. "You know you can tell me if something's wrong, right?"

I nodded.

She let my hand go and looked upon her own. "I guess that's all I really wanted to say."

I nodded again and went to my room, my mind swarming with new ideas to torchure myself with tonight. And later that night I did. I sat in my bed, my head in my knees. I wanted to desperately bring my father and sister back. And I knew it would never happened. But part of me never lost faith after the Hyrulian war. I couldn't stand the images and flashbacks that screeched in my head. Slumping back onto my pillow, I actually felt a tear fall from my eye.

I never lost the memories, I never lost the feeling of guilt, but I have lost half of my family.