"Ehm, sorry about that." Tracy said, blushing as she and Link walked into her room. She had noticed his bemused and slightly entertained eyes flicking over to her mirror which was had his face plastered all over it. Magazine clippings and flyers were everywhere; most were of him and of a few other council members, but not one was a picture of Amber. "I never meant for you to see all this..."

Link just chuckled and glanced at her slyly, a playful smirk playing with his lips. "Oh, I've been in your room before, darlin'," he said, his voice ringing with his high ego, "I knew about the overload of my face in here. Just forgot to tell you."

Tracy's eyes widened and she found her jaw dropping. "Wha- When?!" She fumbled with her words, bewildered. "You mean when I was sick?"

Link swatted his hand with a shrug. "Nah, way before that, but it doesn't matter. It's all kinda cute." He said, struggling not to fall on the floor and burst out into laughter, "though I don't see why you need them when you've got the real deal."

Tracy pursed her lips, "Cuz I wove you?" She said like a five year old, blushing to her toes.

That did it. Link was snorting in an attempt to cover his laughs. He crumbled to his knees and Tracy looked legitimately worried for him, though she was giggling too. With a finally chuckle and sigh, he stood and regained his composure, clearing his throat. "Well, you have the real me so," He repeated.

Tracy shrugged and closed her eyes "what if one day you're not here and I miss you?"

With just that sentence, Link was completely serious. More serious than usual. He sat on her bed and she followed suit. "About that," Link trailed off, looking down at his hands.

Tracy frowned and furrowed her brows, concerned. She heard Link's father talking with her mom and dad. The conversation sounded lively and there was a lot of laughing. They seemed to be getting along well. "Yeah?" She said softly.

Link hadn't decided if it was a good time to talk about this or not. Either way, he was gonna have to tell her at some point. Nervously he parted his lips to speak and realized she would ask him what he was going to do. He knew what his answer would be. "I dunno," it sounded accurate, after all, he had no idea what the world had in store for him,

he had no idea what New York was like, and he definitely didn't know how to act on the big screen. Even so, he decided to keep talking. "I got a call from the Agents the other day," he finally said.

Tracy beamed at him, eyes wide, smile bright. "Link," she grinned, holding his hands tight, "that's great! What'd they say?"

Link definitely didn't want to tell her what they said.

He could see it now. The face that she would make would brake his heart into a million pieces.

"They want to have me star in a t.v show," he said softly.

She wasn't catching on. Tracy was practically leaping from one side of the bed to the other as he laid down horizontally across it. "That's so cool!" She stated, hovering above his face.

"And," Link whispered quietly.

Her face contorted in confusion. Why was he so upset? He should've been really happy right? This was like his dream come true! "And?" she repeated, lacking the immense excitement from just a few seconds before. There's a catch?

"The studio," Link said, sitting up straight to look at her, "its in New York... They want me to move."

There was the face.

It looked like her soul had just been ripped straight from her body. Link couldn't help but think that she looked like how she did on the day that they went to Seaweed's place. When he had turned her down and completely walked away from her when she was broken and hurt by his words.

"Oh," She whispered sadly, not looking at him. A few moments of silence passed, Tracy drifting her eyes to the wall and Link staring blatantly down at his clasped hands. This wasn't good.

"So, you'll go then, right?" Tracy finally spoke, "To New York?"

Link blinked at her and shifted in his seat on her bed, "Well, I don't know," he trailed off, "but I don't really have long to decide."

Then there was silence again, despite the idle chatter from the kitchen. Link had long before realized that he didn't want to leave her behind. It just wouldn't work. He was without her for a measly seven days and yet, he swore it was the worst thing that had happened to him in the past few years.

"I think you should go," Tracy murmured softly, finally glancing his way after what seemed like forever.

Link turned at looked at her, dumbfounded, "What?" He asked, blinking.

Tracy looked to him and didn't brake her gaze, "I think you should go. It's your big break, Link." She said, though her voice was proving otherwise completely.

Link shook his head, "But that's not what you're really thinking, is it?"

The girl smiled through her pale face, "Stop worrying about what I want." She sniffed, "you should go."

"I'm not going to ignore you," Link objected, shaking his head and frowning at her, "and I definitely don't plan on not seeing you again."

Tracy looked down at her hands, sadness painted across her face. How was this going to work? Everything was falling apart. She only wanted to be with Link, and if he was gone, she didn't know how she would ever move on. Yet, this was his shot. She should support him, right? She should be happy for him.

Link took her hands gently into her own, He looked up at her shyly from his hung head and smiled with his eyebrows tilted down at the ends, "Hey," he said, "We can do this. We'll get through this." Link spoke softly, running his thumbs over her knuckles, "We always do."

(It's a scary thing when you make YOURSELF cry, haha ? ﾟﾘﾅ. Hope you liked this one.)