I do not own The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time.
Tears
by Carlson
He sits at a table, alone, looking off into space. His knees are tucked into his chest and his head rests on his arms. The rest of the world carries on with their business, but he stays, lugubrious, brooding on his thoughts, caring about nothing. He realizes that it is a certain day, a certain day that is forever blocked from his memory. With this thought, his despondency thickens, brows crunching together as his eyes clench.
Slowly, another realization pops into his mind. In another timeline, on this very same date, he could be revered as a hero. Anguish fills his heart. He feels like a bomb about to explode. He used to have bombs. His eyes, closed so tightly that he is beginning to feel dizzy, fill with liquid. These are tears, he discerns.
