HEY THERE FANFICTION
I got over my ADD/lazyassitis for a while to write this! Aw yeah, continuing stories are definitely not my thing; you gotta wonder why I insist on writing them …
Don't own the characters, settings, games or anything resembling talent.
PS Big a dickhead as he is, Link doesn't seem to know what sarcasm is. He's not very bright. Thought you should know.
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Peach,
I know you asked me to write to you after I was fired. Um ... After I quit. Yes. I also know you probably wanted this much sooner. But the thing is; I'm not really sure how you expected to receive this. I don't think you thought it through very well.
I think I know you, though, and I'm pretty sure what you really want is where I am at the moment. I can't tell you that, though. It's a secret to everybody.
… Or, you know, you might want my story. Our story. Her and I. It's not like a story with just me as the protagonist would be exciting or anything. I've been told.
She's still mad at me. I know her. I'd really like to say I think I deserve the furious messages she's probably thinking at me right now, but I can't. Maybe, with the way things were going at the end, it was for the better.
Well ...
And the whole thing was more confusing than anything. I always got more questions than answers, but I wasn't looking for answers. I didn't have a question, and I still don't.
Maybe one. I don't think it will ever be answered.
How in Farore's name did we fall in love?
I don't think she liked me at all when we met. I know she didn't. I could tell just by the way she introduced herself. Yeah, I still remember.
"Aran. Samus Aran."
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She's still gotta be just as pretentious.
--Link