With Demise slain, Zelda, the mysterious world beneath the clouds, and Skyloft and it's people were safe. A young hero, whom had gone through difficult trials, completed time consuming tasks, and fought in horrendous battles, was showered with adoration from the many people he had saved. However, months had gone by, and everyone was beginning to continue on with their lives, almost as if nothing had happened. Zelda was no longer around as she used to be, or, at least never with her best friend and savior, Link. She had accepted the loving affections from Groose. When she had told Link of her and Groose's new relations, he couldn't help but feel slightly heartbroken, or rather torn apart. He had loved her. He loved her unyielding kindness, how she was always calm and did her best to make positive decisions for her and her people, and how she had sacrificed so much in order to do what most she could. The title of a goddess would fit her perfectly. Link never pestered her about how much time she shared with Groose, and how little often she would see him. She deserved the best, she deserved the things that she wanted, she deserved to be happy, and Link did his best so she could be happy, by not bothering her. Staying distant, waving a quick hello when seeing her and Groose around Skyloft. Link stayed to himself for the most part. He no longer stayed in the academy. It wasn't necessary. He stayed in a run down living space, it's entrance found in the cemetery, once owned by a demon whom was now human. Link didn't like coming out of his home. He didn't like conversing with the people, and due to him distancing himself from others, they started ignoring him. Two of the younger men, Cawlin and Stritch treated him poorly. They called Link names, which he didn't care too much, because it wasn't too different from when they were with Groose before all the "destiny set in stone" days. However, they started saying things like: "He thinks since he saved the world, that he's too good for everyone else" or "no woman will ever want a man like him, he's so different from everyone else". They even said things about how Zelda was only ever nice to Link because she pitied him. They told lies about how Link was on the enemies side and it was Zelda who had saved the land from him, or that Link took credit for the work of others. He didn't understand why they said those things, he never did anything to them. They were friends of Groose and he and Link got along fine... when he was around anyways.
It wasn't only the wretched shattering of his heart that made him detest life, but as well as the memories from the horrid battles he participated in. Still able to feel the hits, scratches, cuts, and burns, still cringing from the arrow shots, the high pitch ringing in his ears from bomb explosions, still able to remember the horrifying feeling in the silent realms and the fear of the creatures that lurked in them, still feeling his blood run cold at the times he had almost fallen to his death, still feeling his stomach lurch from throwing up from non stop running, and still feeling the fear of falling asleep due to the fact he could be killed in such a state never to awaken again, and letting everyone down, including the girl he fell in love with. Some days he wondered what would have happened had he just died to decided to quit, just give up. What would have happened had he fallen once at the hands of the Demon Lord Ghirahim? The outcome that came from all his thinking and all his depression was starvation, and the occasional self mutilation, and of course the words he came up with to bring himself down. Had Cawlin or Stritch ever told him to kill himself? Did he ever dream someone had said it? Was everyone saying it? Was he imagining it? He wasn't going crazy right? Not everyone hated him right? There was Zelda that cared about him right? No. She couldn't possibly. He was sure that she had forgotten of his existence. Upon crying every night, maybe morning and afternoon, he always asked the question of his worth;
"Now that I have served my purpose in this world, for what does it have any need for me?"