Invisible String | Ghirahim x Reader x Link

Shattered Glass

Smash!

The sound of the crash dissolved as soon as the mirror shards hit the water. I fell to my knees trying to catch the mirror before it fell. A secret part of me was relieved that the handheld mirror had just fallen from the air and broke into a million pieces.

I couldn't understand it.

The second that Link declared his love for me to Peatrice, I kissed Link's mirror.

I don't know why I did it. I think it was kinda stupid to kiss a mirror, but I did it. The urge to kiss him just overcame me and before I knew it, I was kissing the mirror that reflected Link's adventure.

That's when out of the corner of my eye, Ghirahim's majestic mirror crumbled to the ground with a violent thud.

Ghirahim and I had always had a complicated relationship, and the mirror breaking—my only link to him since our invisible string was gone—was only bringing that fact to the surface.

I probably should have been grieving my loss of him and our connection. I should have been a mess seeing as I lost the love of my life once again. But, in this moment, I felt nothing but relief and freedom. I was sick in the head.

No matter how badly he treated me or made me cry, I knew he loved me, and I loved him. So, why in this place was I so thrilled to be cut off from him? How come I enjoyed life so much more before I even remembered being in love with him?

I did miss the feeling of our string. I know I didn't even know I had it a couple months ago, but I found a comfort in it.

After a little bit, I searched for the shards that were submerged in the water.

"Ahh!" I hissed slicing my palm with one of the fragments.

Ghirahim was kinda like this glass. He was a beautiful thing but rough around the edges and if you aren't careful, he'll cut you deeper than you'd ever think possible.

If only things didn't have to be as complicated as they were.

If only he didn't have to be the one that killed me. 

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My hands grew cold as I stared down at the subtle flesh covered with my own blood.

None of it felt real, the red that spurred from the little slice certainty didn't. I held my hands up so long that the blood began to run down to my wrists and arms.

Surprisingly, I had no fabric draping across my arms so the sudden blood trailing down my arms didn't bother me as much.

I wore a white halter toga with a golden sun belt across my waist along with dangling golden chains. I was so relieved that no blood got on it—not because I cared for this toga or my clothes in general, but because Hylia cared.

She always had me wear togas, and if anything were to happen to them then I was good enough guaranteed time in my isolation tower. Hylia was many things but never merciful to acts that she saw as besmudging her or the other goddesses.

"Would you just listen to me?" My voice pierced through the panic in my veins from all the blood I was losing.

My voice surprised me. It was so pained and so anguished.

But I was experienced with memories like this now. The mirrors send me back in time, so I can experience my memories firsthand and no matter how I want to change how things happened I cannot. It's an out of body experience to an extent.

It's my body. It feels like my body.

Yet, it's not mine to control. It's mine to be trapped in repeating the cycle.

"Yes, yes, I heard you." Ghirahim said with a roll of his eyes.

He quickly dematerialized the dagger he used to slice my hand. Before it was engulfed with a flurry of diamonds, I could see my blood on the sharp blade.

I winced at his tone.

He was always so condescending and demeaning whenever I tried to air my grievances with him. It was like I was talking to a cement wall that bit back just as hard if not worse.

"Ghirahim, you knew how important this night was for me!"

The demon stalked closer to me as angry tears spilled from my eyes. He reached out to wipe them away yet as his fingers made contact, I flinched.

"And you know I hate crowds."

Funny how the narcissistic demon lord hated all eyes on him—it was all a lie, of course—I was just too angry at him to recognize the irony.

He loved attention on him. He lived for it.

He just hated being second fiddle to me, and that's what that night was supposed to be. It was supposed to be my night.

"I wasn't asking you to suck my face in front of everyone. I was asking you to act like you actually liked me for once. Do you have any idea how horrible you make me feel?"

"Well, you're the one that was dancing with all those other people when I clearly didn't want you to be."

I took a deep breath.

"Hylia told me I had to. It was supposed to be extending an olive branch to them."

"Oh, so you're choosing Hylia over me?" He snapped.

"It's not like that and you know it. I have responsibilities to protect the humans of the Surface."

"Well, so do I. You can't expect me to be at your beck and call whenever."

"I don't expect that. I just want you to act like you want me around. I always feel like you hate my guts and would rather if I was dead."

"I love you, Soliel. If you don't feel loved, then I don't know what else more to do then."

"You would if you listened to me for once! If you had a real conversation with me instead of brushing me aside like always!"

Ghirahim turned on his heel swiftly walking away.

"I don't have the patience nor time to deal with you when you're like this. Come talk to me when you're not crazy."

I watched him leave me alone in my own temple. His footsteps echoed throughout the deep corridors.

Despite being the goddess—his natural superior—he always made me feel so small and worthless. So, I just clutched my fists as tears left my throat and my eyes burned.