More angst. More horrible angst. More apologies for not sending people things. I will get there eventually. But for now I am suspending the contest, until I get my life under control and can spend more than two seconds updating. Please forgive me.
With love, Jiia
He left me.
He left me all alone. He abandoned me when I needed him most. He gave up, he gave in, he let Ganondorf take him and break him and make him into this thing, this horrible thing, licking the blood off my chest like some kind of demonic dog. He's supposed to be the Hero of Time. He's supposed to be brave. He's supposed to be selfless. He's supposed to save people.
Why can't he save me?
I've read about him all my life. The prophesized Hero, brought down by the Goddesses themselves. A holy creature. The epitome of everything good and decent in this world. I didn't believe that such a thing could be possible, until I saw him standing in that beam of light. I didn't believe that there could be something so good and so pure.
And now, and my viridian hero sucks the lifeblood right out of my veins, right out of my very heart, I begin to think that maybe I was right.
Ganondorf is powerful, but he is not a god. He can destroy, certainly, and nourish the evil in another's veins. But he cannot create it. That is why the likes of Link and Zelda and the sages are immune to his efforts. He cannot put evil into the heart of another. Only make it grow.
And if there were ever a thing in this Goddess-forsaken world that could be called evil, this was it.
Memories began to flicker over my eyelids once more, flitting by like moths around a flame. A kiss, full of unnatural confidence. Fingers, lips, too rough, too harsh, leaving bruises I could still feel.
That moment, right when he first kissed me. That moment of uncertainty, bent in half over a man I should have had no problems trusting.
Ganondorf didn't put this new evil into my love.
It was already there.