Silence ✔️

• Twenty

Underneath that quiet and hard exterior of his, nobody knew that Link had a way with words... sort of. Something in the back of his head always forced him to not outwardly say these desperate words, though, no matter how badly he wanted to get them out there. It wasn't necessary, to put it simply.

With his whimsical words, he had written a few poems and excerpts in his life. They were all intricately written, expressing everything he felt in such confusing yet understandable ways. But, with how much he despised everything his hands created, he tore those papers apart, leaving them to be shredded up and dumped somewhere in Hyrule, where no one would ever find his works.

He missed writing like that, and he wanted to do it again. It was for no particular reason, but he felt very stressed from today. Link knew good and well that he was just overthinking the situation—things would be fine the next day. It was hard to explain, but when his mind was clouded with one thought, he couldn't think properly. And then he overreacted, just like he did today.

It was as if he had developed the mindset that whatever the worst outcome he could think of would be the only one to actually occur. Even when one half of his heart debated against that fact, saying that everything would most likely turn out fine in the end, the other half of his heart that was asleep always managed to deceive his mind and make him think negatively.

And, during moments like these, writing would help him calm down. So, he did just that.

Clicking the end of a pen, he rested his wrist on top of a lined piece of paper. Before writing, he tried to think about why he was even doing this. There would have to be a specific reason why he would write and vent all his feelings down onto paper, but he couldn't figure out the right feeling he felt.

There was jealousy, because he envied Groose. He had learned sign language so quickly and spoke it so fluently, so of course Zelda would fawn over his dedication to her. Then again, she could've been just casually talking to him, but Link couldn't help but think otherwise. But, learning sign language was something Link didn't even think twice about attempting to do. Granted, he did learn a few gestures and words in the language, but never did he fluently speak it.

There was anger, not only targeted at Groose, but himself and the world that caved in around him. The world that broke down his protective walls and damaged him, as a poetic way to say it.

There was not lust, goddesses no. Link was perfectly fine with Zelda being in a romantic relationship with someone else. Another part of him didn't even want to imagine that, though, because unfortunately, love was a confusing thing and he had fallen hard on the subject.

He felt hopeless. That would be an alright way to describe it. While it may be true that he was overthinking the situation, he couldn't control his feelings well, and thus he felt worthless in the end.

It was hard to describe, but he felt like he didn't deserve love. Why should someone such as himself deserve the wonderful feeling of love? He had always heard throughout his life that love was the most powerful emotion you could ever experience, but that stereotype had already worn off of him. Link knew that love wasn't the most powerful emotion. There was a different emotion that took that prize, although he didn't know what it was, exactly. Not yet.

Because I believe in love.

That's what he scribbled down on the paper. Which was the truth; love was a real thing, something he got to see everyday of his life. Whether it be his parents spending time together or other couples at school gazing lovingly at each other, or even seeing families and siblings laughing with each other, love was definitely not a misconception of human emotion. Link felt love; love for his entire family, the things he had been blessed with, and the romantic part of his love, Zelda. Love didn't have to be romantic, any type of love counted. Love was real and Link craved it.