Dear Midna,

Today isn't any better. Actually it's not even daytime, or nighttime. It's twilight. I know that was always your favourite time when you were in the light world, because whenever it came around, you would always smile. Is that why you left me, Midna? Did you miss twilight that much? I would have came with you, you know. All you had to do was ask.

I haven't left my house since I got back. I think people know I'm here, because they keep standing at the bottom of the ladder and calling my name. I don't answer though, because their voices aren't yours, Midna, and that's the only voice I want to hear saying my name. I can hear it right now. Did you know that your voice sounds like you're underwater? It echoes a little, and the pitch changes when you're mood does.

Your voice was different when you were an imp, and when you were in your true form. Both ways though, you sounded so similar to a fairy, or an angel even. Just thinking about it makes me miss you even more. Can you hear me too, Midna? If you're listening, you can hear me saying I love you.

I'm sure if you were here right now, I wouldn't have even bothered to start writing, but it makes me feel more connected to you. Like somehow you know that I'm doing it, and you can read the words that I put on this parchment.

I think I might go crazy, Midna. Everything in my house looks like you. If you look really close, the blanket on my bed has twilight patterns on it. The fire underneath my kettle is the same colour as your hair. It even moves the same way too. All of the items that I collected on our journey are just different reminders of what used to be.

Today I found a black leather bracelet sitting on my table. I know it's yours, Midna, because it has twilight patterns all over it, and they glow the same colour as your skin. And it smells just like you too. Your scent is something that's permanently locked into my brain, probably from being a wolf for so long. It's spicy but still sweet and something I could pick up in a second. There's so much more to it then that, though. It shows your pain and your pride, your worries and passion. Midna, it's one of the things that makes you beautiful.

If you want to know the one thing that makes you the most beautiful woman in the world, I can tell you. Its your devotion, Midna. When I think on every single day we spent together, never once did you say "I give up." You're a thousand times stronger than I ever will be. I wonder, are you holding it together better than I am right now? My head is telling me you are, but my heart is wishing you missed me as much as I miss you.

I know we're two different races, Midna, but you can't tell me you don't have a heart too. Please, just let yourself feel the pain that I do, and maybe then you'll try to come back. Find a way to come back to the light world, and I promise you everything will be okay. Please, Midna, I can't live without you. It's tearing me apart, living without you, and you haven't even been gone for that long yet.

Maybe I'll try to sleep tonight. Dreaming is the closest way I can get to you. I can escape from pain for a few hours at least, and believe that you're in my arms. I know it will hurt more when I wake up, because the truth is like running into a brick wall. But I would suffer that pain for a few believable lies.

Maybe I'll get lucky, and start having lifelike hallucinations. I wish that I could feel numb, just for a little while. This pain is starting to overtake me, and I can't stop myself from letting it. I'm begging you, please, come back to me, Midna.

Love, Link