Chapter. 6

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I slam my door, pulling at my hair... sobbing loudly. "I'll call Impa!" I weep thinking about the things I said in my fight with Father. I call Impa but it goes to voicemail. 'Ugh! Impa! The one time I need you!... I really don't want to call him. I was just with him...... FINE I'LL CALL HIM!!!' The phone starts to ring and after a while he answers.

"Hello?"

"Link... I-I-I can't do this!" I mumble breathing quickly.

"H-hey.. It's ok.. W-w-what happened?" He mutters with some deep breaths.

"I-I yelled at him... I screamed.. I was.. was so angry.. so angry.. I couldn't think... I couldn't breathe... I just screamed my mind.. I wanted to throw something!" I say, pained... 'I can't do this.. I don't want to! I want something more... How can I feel this way when everyone around me thinks I'm perfect..? I feel cold and empty...' I think pulling at my hair..

"Link... I feel.. numb... I feel Exhausted.. I'm just confused... And hurt.. and angry and hurt.. and angry.."

"Yeah. I know.." He says wincing over the phone. "I'm tired of not being able to show how I feel! To speak my mind..." I yell, my heart aching.

"I know it hurts.. and you just want to scream and yell and cry and throw it all away.. But you can't, no matter how much you want to." He says quietly.

"I.. I know.. Link... How can I feel like this?"

"I don't k-know.." He winces again.

"A-are you ok?" I ask, trying to think of anything and everything else..

"Y-yeah I'm o-o-ok."

"No you're not... What happened?"

"Nothing."

"Link, Where are you?" I ask, trying not to cry... again.

"Uh I was at the pier, But now I-Ah! I-I'm walking around." I can hear his pain as he talks.

"How far away from my house are you?" I ask, starting to feel sick.

"I don't know where you live."

"I live on castle town way.. In that rich neighborhood."

"I'm fiv-ve minutes away."

"How far away are you from your bike?"

"30 minutes."

"Ok, come over. My Father is Asleep. Just text me when you get here."

"Zelda?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you... a-* he sucks in sharply.*...and do you think you could stay on the phone?"

"Sure. Do you want me to keep talking?" I sniff... the pain in my heart slowly dissipating.

"I don't know."

"Alright... What's your guilty pleasure?" I ask moving to sit on the ground, wrapping one of my arms around my legs.

"Uh... Arson... No, I'm kidding. I dance sometimes." He whispers in pain.

"Hehe, I bet you're a good dancer." I giggle sadly.

"What's your guilty pleasure?" He asks with a pained chuckle.

"Oh uh... Well I sing... Sometimes."

"Really?! I bet you sound amazing!" He mutters...

"I guess... I only sing for one person."

"Oh well there ow. Very lucky." He whispers the 'ow.' "I guess... Are you here yet?"

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