"Link."
"Zelda!"
She was dying, he knew that. He wasn't an idiot. She was dying.
"Oh goddesses, Zelda, this is why I told you not to come-"
"Hey, it's alright."
No it wasn't.
He had told her not to come into the battle - being the stubborn girl she was, she had fiercely refused and said she was definitely coming, and if she died, so be it.
So be it.
"At least I'm dying in your arms. It's all a bit like a book, isn't it?"
"Well it's not a very good book!"
No, it wasn't.
"Link, can you... Can you tell me a story?"
"...what about?"
"Us."
"Well... There was once a boy. He was a bit of a loner, and he had no real friends. His parents were dead, which was a bit rubbish, but one day he met a little girl in a graveyard. Her mum had died too, and that's how they became friends, in a bit of a creepy way, but still. They were best friends for 12 years, but then one day she was blown away by a massive tornado! The boy went on a quest to save her, and he nearly died, but it was worth it, because he saved her and they got married and ate lots of cake at 3am. But then the girl was dying in his arms and he didn't know what to do."
"What you do-" her breathing was uneven, "is you- go home- and- remember, don't grieve, just- remember-"
"I love you, Zelda."
"Goodnight, sleepyhead. Thanks- thank you for everything-"
And then the azure eyes stared at the sunset, finally, silently, at peace.