He ran away.
He was so broken… In tears; a complete mess. Was it my fault…? Of course not. I was merely sleeping. He mustn't be so overly dramatic…
I sat quietly and listened to the loud footsteps quickly descending down the halls until they were non-existant. I sighed, what could I have possibly done? He COULDN'T be crying about the way I treat him! We've been through this; I am his master and he is my pet. My temper rose; I needed to find him. I stood to my feet hastily and snapped. I flashed into one of the many random rooms. There was nothing but a deafening silence.
"Link?…"
No reply.
After flashing into a few more rooms, I started walking.
"I cannot even believe I'm doing this…" I mumbled angrily.
His happiness isn't MY responsibility…
I came to a light sobbing outside of the garden; my breath caught in my throat at the long-forgotten sound and my heartbeat quickened noticably.I slowly proceeded towards the blonde teenager, crying with a handful of pastel flowers. I was so full of rage; origin unknown. I wanted to scream so badly. But my body just wouldn't allow me the pleasure… he looked so beautiful, so peaceful. A small pink fairy fluttered out of his palm.
"I just don't know what to do,"
I heard the sniffling Skychild speak and hid behind a near tree.
What the hell are you even doing, Ghirahim…
"Does he feel it too? Am I crazy? I just need him so badly…that dream…" He carved circles into the air with his index finger and watched as the little glittery fairy followed his shaking hand. He sighed sadly, his melancholic mood radiating from him.
"Am I crazy…?"
I felt a tear roll down my cheek; I tried to hold back, feeling the unfarmiliar pricks behind my eyes. My thoughts overpowered my common sense, and before I knew it, I was looking curiously into his wet, swollen eyes. Not breaking the gaze, I noticed the little fairy hover away hastily.
"Don't cry, little one…" I softly breathed, confused at my actions.
I realized my true feelings: I clearly felt something for this boy. Another male, one considerably younger than me…Whether my emotions were or bad, who knows.
I pressed my trembling lips against his, shivering at the sensation. He leaned into me, his hands resting on my lower back. I felt my pointed tongue tracing his bottom lip; he tasted faintly of sugar, a taste I would always crave. He parted his lips for me and moaned into our sudden kiss, my sharp fingernails digging into his hips hard enough to pierce the skin.
He pulled away slowly, his cheeks burning with reddish pink and his eyes as flourescent blue as ever.
"C-Can we go inside…" he stuttered slowly.
"Gladly," I replied before standing to my feet.