Disclaimer: sigh, too sleepy I don't own Zelda.
This chapter has a poem written by Rosemarie. So, I OWN IT! Yay! I own something! glares at disclaimer Some things really make you feel like you have nothing.
Chapter 16: Silent, Flowing Tears
The next day, Zelda awoke to a sky of dark clouds.
"Oh!" she moaned. "I hate it when it rains in the morning!" She crawled out of bed and dressed up. "But I promised Link I would talk to Rosemarie today." She grabbed her red rain cloak and hurried out, without even telling her parents.
In a few minutes, she had reached Rosemarie's house. The rain outside had worsened and her clothes were starting to get drenched as well. She found Rosemarie outside on the porch of her house, writing on a pad of paper. She was wearing a black gown with flowers etched in silver sequins. It made her blend in with the shadows. A black shawl was draped over her head to keep her hair dry in case the wind blew the rain into the porch.
"Rosemarie?" Zelda called. Her friend looked up from the pad of paper. Immediately, she returned back into it. "Oh, come on!"
"Why are you here?" Rosemarie asked.
"To explain something........."
"If it's about last night, forget it."
"Rosemarie, I just want to.......................................look, I'm really sorry. But, you see, things like this........................................................."
"I know. It's actually my fault. I was just.........just so into the fact that I got so much time to spend with Link that I never had time to think of the flip side of the situation." Rosemarie crossed something out on her paper and wrote it again. "I had been dreaming about how much he probably liked me, but I never thought he wouldn't."
"I never thought he'd like me," Zelda admitted. "You're prettier, and more talented. The day I told him I'm not that fond of animals, I thought he would like me less."
"I think it had something to do with what I thought, Zel. Remember? I liked him for his looks and his fame. I never thought about his kindness and personality." Zelda walked over and sat next to Rosemarie.
"We are.........still friends?" Rosemarie shrugged. She remembered the diary entry she had read about what had happened in the past. Rosemarie realized this was exactly how it was supposed to happen. But, some evil dude hopefully wouldn't come around asking for a whatchamacallit Triforce. That holy item had long since disappeared. Besides, Rosemarie shuddered to think how intercepting an attack would feel like.
"Yeah, I guess." Zelda smiled and got up.
"I gotta go now. I promised Link I would talk to you. He seemed really worried."
"He doesn't have to be. I'll just pretend we're all friends and get on with life." Zelda nodded and hurried off. Rosemarie looked back down at her pad of paper. /I do not think this poem reflects that 'getting on with life' attitude./ Quietly, she read it to herself.
"The war is over, though it barely begun
I have lost though I never fought.
Give me a reason why it turned out this way
I want to go back to the good times
When the war didn't start
Where there was neither evil nor good
When love was a simple thing
And no one was hurt
In its game
The war is over, and I just now realized
I'm no soldier
I cannot fight the weapons of destiny
I'm fate's prisoner now
No one to free me, let me go
I'm bound forever
To my silent, flowing tears
Let them go
The war is over, and I never started
At its end, I'm still confused
Tell me the way
I'm lost
I just wanna curl up and die
There's no purpose left
I'm a prisoner, no soldier
I don't deserve my fate
Tell me why I should continue
And cry my silent, flowing tears."
Rosemarie almost laughed at the end. That didn't sound like her at all. It was a wonder what she could do if she let her heart control her hand instead of her mind.
"What's the harm," she yelled out loud to no one at all. "He loves her, so? I can just go on with life." Satisfied, Rosemarie took her stuff and headed inside. When she reached her room, she saw the diary she had written her story in. She picked it up and leafed through a couple of pages.
"I ought to write an epilogue, but what would I say? I wanted it to have a happy ending but........." Rosemarie read the last paragraph again. "My life isn't the same. And this should be about my life........." Rosemarie fell back on her bed.
"Rosemarie?" Wildflower said as she came into the room. "Whatcha doin?" She walked over to the poem.
"Nothing, Wildflower." Wildflower picked up the poem and read it over.
"It's a very.........um............depressing poem. Sounds like whoever wrote it doesn't like herself. Or himself, but guys can't write poems." Rosemarie giggled.
"Why don't you think guys can't write poems?"
"Cause if they did, it wouldn't be about pretty things. They'd probably write about building stuff, or soldiers. Well, this is actually about soldiers, but what I meant was........."
"Silly Wildflower!"
"Anyway, this is a very sad kind of poem. I don't like it. I think the person who wrote it wants to die."
"That's what it says." Rosemarie suddenly stopped. Did she.........if her heart wrote it, did she really want to die?
"I don't get it though," Wildflower continued. "Why would someone want to kill themselves because they lost to a game called.........Love?" Rosemarie laughed.
"You're hilarious, but it's not so simple." Wildflower shook her head and left the room. Rosemarie walked over and picked up the poem. "It's definitely not so simple. Yet..........she's right. Why would anyone want to kill himself or herself for losing a game? Same way it applies to what I'm going through. The poem might say so, but I'm definitely not going to sit around and cry 'silent, flowing tears.'"
This chapter has a poem written by Rosemarie. So, I OWN IT! Yay! I own something! glares at disclaimer Some things really make you feel like you have nothing.
Chapter 16: Silent, Flowing Tears
The next day, Zelda awoke to a sky of dark clouds.
"Oh!" she moaned. "I hate it when it rains in the morning!" She crawled out of bed and dressed up. "But I promised Link I would talk to Rosemarie today." She grabbed her red rain cloak and hurried out, without even telling her parents.
In a few minutes, she had reached Rosemarie's house. The rain outside had worsened and her clothes were starting to get drenched as well. She found Rosemarie outside on the porch of her house, writing on a pad of paper. She was wearing a black gown with flowers etched in silver sequins. It made her blend in with the shadows. A black shawl was draped over her head to keep her hair dry in case the wind blew the rain into the porch.
"Rosemarie?" Zelda called. Her friend looked up from the pad of paper. Immediately, she returned back into it. "Oh, come on!"
"Why are you here?" Rosemarie asked.
"To explain something........."
"If it's about last night, forget it."
"Rosemarie, I just want to.......................................look, I'm really sorry. But, you see, things like this........................................................."
"I know. It's actually my fault. I was just.........just so into the fact that I got so much time to spend with Link that I never had time to think of the flip side of the situation." Rosemarie crossed something out on her paper and wrote it again. "I had been dreaming about how much he probably liked me, but I never thought he wouldn't."
"I never thought he'd like me," Zelda admitted. "You're prettier, and more talented. The day I told him I'm not that fond of animals, I thought he would like me less."
"I think it had something to do with what I thought, Zel. Remember? I liked him for his looks and his fame. I never thought about his kindness and personality." Zelda walked over and sat next to Rosemarie.
"We are.........still friends?" Rosemarie shrugged. She remembered the diary entry she had read about what had happened in the past. Rosemarie realized this was exactly how it was supposed to happen. But, some evil dude hopefully wouldn't come around asking for a whatchamacallit Triforce. That holy item had long since disappeared. Besides, Rosemarie shuddered to think how intercepting an attack would feel like.
"Yeah, I guess." Zelda smiled and got up.
"I gotta go now. I promised Link I would talk to you. He seemed really worried."
"He doesn't have to be. I'll just pretend we're all friends and get on with life." Zelda nodded and hurried off. Rosemarie looked back down at her pad of paper. /I do not think this poem reflects that 'getting on with life' attitude./ Quietly, she read it to herself.
"The war is over, though it barely begun
I have lost though I never fought.
Give me a reason why it turned out this way
I want to go back to the good times
When the war didn't start
Where there was neither evil nor good
When love was a simple thing
And no one was hurt
In its game
The war is over, and I just now realized
I'm no soldier
I cannot fight the weapons of destiny
I'm fate's prisoner now
No one to free me, let me go
I'm bound forever
To my silent, flowing tears
Let them go
The war is over, and I never started
At its end, I'm still confused
Tell me the way
I'm lost
I just wanna curl up and die
There's no purpose left
I'm a prisoner, no soldier
I don't deserve my fate
Tell me why I should continue
And cry my silent, flowing tears."
Rosemarie almost laughed at the end. That didn't sound like her at all. It was a wonder what she could do if she let her heart control her hand instead of her mind.
"What's the harm," she yelled out loud to no one at all. "He loves her, so? I can just go on with life." Satisfied, Rosemarie took her stuff and headed inside. When she reached her room, she saw the diary she had written her story in. She picked it up and leafed through a couple of pages.
"I ought to write an epilogue, but what would I say? I wanted it to have a happy ending but........." Rosemarie read the last paragraph again. "My life isn't the same. And this should be about my life........." Rosemarie fell back on her bed.
"Rosemarie?" Wildflower said as she came into the room. "Whatcha doin?" She walked over to the poem.
"Nothing, Wildflower." Wildflower picked up the poem and read it over.
"It's a very.........um............depressing poem. Sounds like whoever wrote it doesn't like herself. Or himself, but guys can't write poems." Rosemarie giggled.
"Why don't you think guys can't write poems?"
"Cause if they did, it wouldn't be about pretty things. They'd probably write about building stuff, or soldiers. Well, this is actually about soldiers, but what I meant was........."
"Silly Wildflower!"
"Anyway, this is a very sad kind of poem. I don't like it. I think the person who wrote it wants to die."
"That's what it says." Rosemarie suddenly stopped. Did she.........if her heart wrote it, did she really want to die?
"I don't get it though," Wildflower continued. "Why would someone want to kill themselves because they lost to a game called.........Love?" Rosemarie laughed.
"You're hilarious, but it's not so simple." Wildflower shook her head and left the room. Rosemarie walked over and picked up the poem. "It's definitely not so simple. Yet..........she's right. Why would anyone want to kill himself or herself for losing a game? Same way it applies to what I'm going through. The poem might say so, but I'm definitely not going to sit around and cry 'silent, flowing tears.'"