A few days later, Zelda got up in the morning, having another night of little sleep. Every time she closed her eyes, she thought of him. No matter how hard she tried…
"You need your sleep," Marth said in Zelda's doorway, interrupting her thoughts.
"I know," Zelda said, "But he's all I can think of."
"I know," Marth said, "And he'll be all you want to think of, but you can't."
"What else is there to think of?" Zelda asked.
"Think of your friends, who care about you, who want to help you,"
"Is that how you got through it?" Zelda asked.
"Yes,"
"Was there anything else?"
"No, but there was one person in particular who got me through it. Who was the reason I was able to move on," Marth explained.
"Does this person know how much you were helped by him or her?"
"No,"
"Why haven't you ever told that person?"
"Because," Marth said, "this person could not know, because of how he or she helped me."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, this person helped me in a way, that if he or she knew… it wouldn't do either of us any good. It would just create problems,"
"Marth," Zelda said, "How could this person replace all the pain you felt?"
"Believe me," Marth said, "This person could. I just hope I can do the same for you."
"I could never thank you enough for that," Zelda said. With that, she embraced Marth. It wasn't long before Marth realized she had fallen asleep. As Marth put her on the bed, he had a renewed sense of hope. Zelda might be all right after all, he thought.
Sorry for not AN the last couple chapters. Anyways, I just want to give some advice. If you're writing a fanfic and or chapter that has a sad or tragic tone to it, I recommend listening to the theme from Pan's Labyrinth while writing it. It will get you in the PERFECT mood for writing that genre. See ya!