;; it's been a long time coming but i don't wanna accept it
;; i don't want to do this and i'd rather lose my w i n g s . . .

W I N G S

I don't want to do this.

Every part of me is screaming at my wings to stop, but I can't. I have to leave him. For both our sakes. It's better this way.
Or at least, thats what i'm trying to convince myself.

I can feel his eyes on my back, and I don't dare glance at them, but I can imagine them. Those blue eyes, wounded and dark, confused and sad. He doesn't understand; hell, I don't understand. I just have to keep running this flawed logic through my head.

He doesn't need me.

He doesn't need a little blue ball of light flittering about his ears for the rest of his life. And...i'd rather go now...than watch him grow up again, naturally, and fall in love. I don't want to be at his wedding, at his first child's birth. Smiling false smiles and trying not to cry.

It's better this way. For both of us. It's better. He'll understand eventually.

There's a hole in the window.

I've only just noticed this; despite the fact i've been slowly heading toward it with every intent to leave through it.

One of the stained glass panels is gone, light streaming in brighter through the gap. The lone window is always illuminated; a perfectly placed sunbeam or moonbeam forever shining through the coloured glass, spilling onto the pedestal below.

I'm just trying to distract myself now, aren't I?

I'm still flying toward the window, it's higher than I expected, and I still don't want to. I'd rather lose my wings than lose him.

I'd rather lose my wings.

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My heads a mess of childish thoughts and adult memories. Whyohwhyohwhy is she going, where is she going, will she come back?

I need her.

'Cause now i'm all alone and I don't know where I stand. I don't know whats real and whats past.

I know that you remember and you're all I have left.

I'm just a little kid; no, I don't know what I am.

My body is a child but my mind doesn't know.

Am I still a boy like I was seven years ago? Seven years that don't exist no more

But I remember what I was

I was grown up.

Whyohwhyohwhy is she leaving and will she ever come back? I need her, oh i'd miss her

I'd rather grow wings and go and grab her back

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I'm hesitating by the window, nows the time to go.

No long goodbyes, no fuss, no tears

I can't see the grass outside; somethings telling me it ain't right

I guess it's too late as I throw myself through the gap

Goddesses take my wings and let me go back

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I'm standing here and she's gone. I'm all alone, my little blue navigator is gone.

I'm gripping onto my little Kokiri Sword tightly, gazed still affixed to the window and not to the splendid sword in the pedestal by my feet

Hyrule can wait a moment, this is our heartbeat, our second, intangible. Hyrule can wait while I imprint her image on my heart

I don't want to forget her. Oh don't let me forget.

Goddesses give me wings, I want to take her back.

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I've gone and done this even though I didn't want to

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My hearts a mess of emotions I can't understand

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He doesn't need me
I need him

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Maybe she doesn't need me...
I need her

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I'd rather lose my wings

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I wish I could gain wings

;; she's the only source of comfort i think i've ever had
;; i want to go after her oh i wish i could gain w i n g s