I remember the stars.
The way they shone down from above, little white pinpricks of light piercing the blackness of the sky over Hyrule.
It was so beautiful, so pure, and so good.
Somehow, they seemed to have warmth of their own, but I knew that couldn't be true.
Stars are distant.
Just as he is now.
At the time, they were a light in the darkness, proving that there was hope.
I know on our journey he clung onto that possibility, the conviction that the stars would bring more light, blotting out the darkness.
And in turn, I believed that too.
In a way, the stars weren't my only hope.
He was as well.
He was my star.
The one that shone the brightest, the one by my side the entire time.
But I made a star of my own, and that star separated us.
My new star was a tear.
A single shining tear, just as bright as those pinpricks in the night.
No, it was brighter.
It was visible even after the darkness was gone.
It was only visible after the darkness was gone.
The sadness it represented, the sadness that glowed from it.
It was the same sadness in his face.
It was a sorrowful light, not one of hope.
Not one of happiness.
The star I made, it may have looked beautiful.
It may have looked vaguely like the stars of Hyrule.
But it wasn't.
It was much colder.
"Link… I…"
The words that came with it were too.
Because I couldn't tell him.
As I spoke, I knew I wouldn't ever be able to look at the stars again.
That this would be my last chance.
The brightness of my tear-star blotting out that of his light.
But even though I left it all behind, I still remember the stars.
I remember when I first saw them.
"Link… what are those?" I asked, pointing to the sky.
"You mean stars?" he said, and I looked to him.
"Stars?" I turned my gaze skyward. "I've never seen a star."
"Now you have."
And I wish I could still see them.
Still see him.
I remember watching as he gazed up to the sky, the deep blue of the night reflecting in the sapphire of his eyes.
The antithesis of my own red gaze.
Of my world too.
There are no stars here.
There never will be.
He was my star, and I left him behind.
But…
I wonder if he's looking up at them right now and maybe – just maybe – thinking of me.
Because I remember the stars.
And every time I do, I remember him.
A/N: Has Twilight feels, writes quick little sappy/angsty MidLink fic.
I'm just going to keep shipping them until it's canon, even though I know it's futile.
(Aug. 6th, 2015)
Fixed some mistakes. This only proves I shouldn't write when in an airport XD