This one is about Midna, she's the one talking here

This one is about Midna, she's the one talking here.

It was a bit of a challenge to make this story.

This is onesided Link x Midna.

Also, I usually don't use one person (or whatever you call it) view, like using the words 'I' and 'me' and 'mine'.

Link…

Link….

His name kept appearing in my head.

It's been five months since I left Hyrule and I don't feel any better. I thought I'd get over it.

I didn't.

Everyday has been like this. I wish I could just forget him.

But part of me didn't want to let go.

I hate this. Why did I have to feel like this towards him?

"Shut up, Midna. Don't think about it." I scolded myself in my little tower in the Twilight castle. Almost immediately, the door opened. A twili guard poked his head into the room.

"Your highness?" he asked.

I blushed. Shit. I had spoken too loud.

"N-nothing. I'm fine." I muttered, staring at my lap. I heard the door close. I let out a long sigh.

How am I suppose to live with Link at the back of my head? I can't get him out of my head, and I'm doomed to live forever.

Damn immortal twilis.

But I couldn't help but wonder…was he thinking about me too?

I thought about it for a moment, and then shivered. A stab of envy hit my heart.

I could picture Link and Ilia, running in Hyrule field and sobering all over each other.

Disgusting.

I never really liked Ilia, probably of the jealously itching at my skin. Link really cared for her, I could tell.

I rested my forehead in the palm of my hand, sighing once more.

The door opened again.

"Is everything alright?" the familiar voice of my father asked.

Without glancing up, I mumbled. "Yes…I'm fine."

He shook his head in disbelief and sat beside me.

"What are you doing here anyways??" I asked.

"Checking to see if my little Twilight Princess is doing her job. But you seem depressed."

"I'm not little anymore, father." I grumbled.

"I know that. But I could hear you sighing. It what's-his-face, Link, isn't it??"

"Don't say his name!" I hissed, suddenly standing up. My hands curled into fists. He stared at me, a bit offended.

"Sorry, it's just that…could you just go? Please!" I begged, fighting to restrain my sudden anger. My father chanced a worried look at me before he got up and left. I hesitated, but sat down shaking. That was another reason why I hated loving him. I feel so emotional whenever something related to him was said.

I…see you later.

The painful memory flashed through my mind. I was so close to telling him how I really felt. I regret that I didn't.

Would things have been different?

I lay my head back on the throne I sat on, utterly confused. I closed my eyes, exhaling softly.

I couldn't live like this.

There. And I know she doesn't have a father (that we know of) but I needed someone to be there and a guard just isn't close enough to her.

I'm not sure if I'll continue this…

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