It's not meant to have a plot, or anything. Just a five second one-shot to reflect on. Link and Saria fluff. Now, when you're finished, remember that pretty bluish-purple button down there. Yes, press it afterwards. You know you want to. (Warning: Remember, incredibly short, so don't complain.)
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They'll always be together, forever.
And they'd sit together, on that famous perfect summer night, only with each other's company. He'd promise that he would be there for her always, always and forever. What is forever? she'd ask. Is it a time? Or a place? Or a person?
Then he'd look at her, sweet and wide-eyed at the universe. She was wise, far wiser than he, but she knew so little. Little enough to be naïve, but still knowing everything. Maybe that's why he loved her.
Understanding everything, yet understanding nothing, too.
And he'd stroke her hair, whispering that he'd be her forever. She'd look up at him, eyes filled with affection.
What is forever?
Then he would stretch, get up, leave the screen of stars in their sky theater without a word. He wasn't indifferent, or jaded. But he understood. He knew forever.
It reached from the day they'd met to the day they would die. It was the place they kissed the first time, and the last. Encased in eternity, fragile as glass figures, they were forever. Knowing that, he left her to her thoughts. She would look after him longingly, knowing that even if he went back to Hyrule Castle and never returned for her, they would be forever.
And she watched the stars alone, loving him.
After all, isn't love forever?
Even if she was the youngest, but always the oldest. Just like death, love didn't discriminate. Nothing discriminated. Especially fate.
Then she would sigh. Because, just like him, she hadn't chosen to be one of Hyrule's saviors. Luck, chance, maybe destiny.
Maybe it was luck.
Maybe it was luck when he charged headlong into an enigmatic temple.
Or luck when he saved her life, every day they were together.
And when he loved her.
Because he was a man of few words, and many emotions— he cared, willing to give his life, willing to give the world, literally, to save her.
No, it wasn't luck.
Sighing again, she would stand up and follow his footprints. Just like old times. Always in a hurry to go somewhere, always on the run.
Run from what?
Luck?
Fate?
Forever?
Just like old times, she'd eventually catch up. She, wise and willing to follow. He, vulnerable and reluctant. She was always strong for him, and he for her.
They would clasp hands, not caring if they looked foolish or odd. Because even if he was taller than two of her, they were the same. And that's what made them perfect, like the summer's night. Always and forever.
They'd return to the Forest and, oh, how the others would tease them. String bean and his sweet pea.
But they smiled, still holding hands, knowing that it was true.
And they weren't ashamed of their differences, because that's what made them perfect, like the summer's night. Always and forever.
They would kiss, uncaring of the laughter and applause. Broken from the past, they were meticulously picking up pieces of their hearts. Because you can't run from the past, or the future. All you can do is live in the present, and wait for eternity.
They'll always be together, forever.
