A/n: Yeah...I can't believe I'm updating so fast...not much in this one, folks. Kinda one of those awkward pieces that needed writing. Uh, enjoy.

Last End: Numb

There's a kind of numbness that overwhelms you when you hear bad news.

It starts in your chest – leisurely pulsating down, slowly climbing its way to the rest of your limbs. Your heart is aflame, sadistically being engulfed by increasingly furious flames –

It beats. It pounds. It struggles. It knows it only has a few beats left.

Then the startling sensation trickles to your stock-still appendages. Your legs are bent rigidly, your arms tensed and pulsing. You need something to do, something to attack, someone to blame, and your body is excited for it – the blood in your veins begins to race, overwhelmed with the absolute need to do something –

Then they shut down. You move no more.

Then it feeds on your senses. Your ears seem to be blocked, stuffed, or in denial. Sound has become thick and inseparable from the screams of your still-processing mind. Incoherent chunks of something are all that your ears can understand. But you don't want to know the rest.

Then your eyes are damaged. Fireworks explode daintily in front of your eyes, gently for something so chaotic. You can't describe how they taunt you. Then your vision fades away, replaced by flickering black darkness. You want to get away from the dark, but you cannot move.

Then the hammering that started in your heart makes it way down to your lungs, your heart's panicked and horrified beat ever-increasing. As the feeling seizes you around the middle, squeezing all the air out of your body, your heartbeat continues to soar – so fast you wonder how it is possible.

Then your lungs work no more, and live-giving breath will not pass through it again.

Then your mind is finally silenced. When it had first received the news, it had twitched and pushed it away, desperately endeavoring to disbelieve it. Part of the brain tried to force the other to accept it. The other side ignored the right one.

When the arguing sections had finally been forced to learn the fact, the mind had worked together as one to relentlessly bombard itself with the news, over and over. Your soul was pleading pathetically to stop being tortured, but the mind would not listen. So over and over you were forced to face the fact, while unexplainable and reasonable screams of agony wound like poison through you.

But then it is silenced. Not a sound comes from it. The only thing you can comprehend is your concluding, dire heartbeat.

And then it ends.

That awful feeling of absolutely nothing gravely covers you, softly like a veil and blinding like a shroud. There is nothing. There never was. There never will be.

Nothing is what you are. Nothing is all you were. Nothing is all you will be.

That wretched, desolate, inconsolable nothing is all your soul is trapped in, thrashing against what was once the truth. There is nothing there anymore. There was never anything.

All you once knew has vanished like yesterday's dawn. All you know now is there will be a sunset, and then an eternal night.

You know you cannot survive the perils of the midnight sun. You don't know how it is possible. You don't know the difference between impossible and possible anymore.

If everything was impossible, how had this happened?

Nothing has returned. There is nothing.

And this is all Zelda felt when she saw Link's last breath.

A/n: Um...I'm sorry guys, I feel so out of it...I just learned that I lost the writing contest I sent my story into...it really sucks, hearing what you're so passionate for just isn't good enough...Anyway...

Thanks to: Anyone: oh, thanks. I'm glad you like how I portray Zelda; I'm just tired of everybody making her perfect. Hahaha well, I don't think I'm awesome...Here's your quick update! To PKLOVEOMEGA: Why, thank you. Haha. I'm so glad to get a new reviewer! To Guessworks: Of course you inspired me! Is that surprising? Aw, thanks. No, it definitely wasn't better, just longer:P Well, I hope someday to get published...that is, if I ever even write a novel...I'm more of a short-story person. I want to write one, though...Thanks for the birthday wishes! and to ChatoicXXHearts: I'm sorry! You're review made me feel sad:( But I'm glad you found it so moving. That's what I was aiming for! Oh, it's alright. Haha, still, whenever I go back and read that review I have to giggle. You got the prophecy HALF-WAY right. Oh, what you did? You gave me the idea to kill Link. Niiiiiiiice. ;)

I hope you enjoyed. Please Review.

~Araceli L