(DL's POV) ~two days earlier~
my boots clicked ever so slightly on the marble floor of the castle. I neared the door and the blood was leaking out from under the door.
he's really dead. there was a sense of being sent free... but I'm still in pain. something is horribly wrong with link. I mean, I saw the damage to him, more specifically his chest, but there is something far worse than that.
I approached the door. the crimson red liquid surrounding my boots, coating the tips and sides as I walked through it,
I turned the handle and my creater lay dead on the floor. pale, stiff... cold... I took the crown off his head and wiped off the blood with my hand, the set it on the bench.
"goodbye... ganondorf..."
I left after that, not another word said not another glance. I left as fast as I could, suddenly feeling sick. I made it to hyrule field and that's when I lost it and that sickness won over me.
I'm not supposed to be getting sick, I'm not supposed to blead. I'm not supposed to have scars and scabs from those chains and I do.
I do and I'm scared.
I want to cry and I don't want to go back to my house but I have to. a sense of
loneliness took over me as I made my way home..
~present time~
I watched as the lights in links house went out one by one. I need someone to go to. fuck it...
I walked up to the door and knocked.
Ben answered it and stepped back some.
"why are you here?"
"I have nowhere to go..."
"pft bullshit"
"I'm not joking Ben. you know, I understand you probably hate me but I need help! one night that's all I ask. please" I was begging by this point
he just glared at me and motioned for me to come in, then he showed me the guest room
"I'm going to bed. goodnight" he said before walking away from me. its 11pm and I gladly laid down and fell asleep.
(links POV) *next morning*
I need him...
I need him now...
I can't take this.
the nurses keep scolding me for wanting to see my family and I'm sick of it.
I've never used the triforce as a way to put myself above others but this is an acception.
my voice is here enough for me to whisper but it hurts.
'you really don't know who you're talking to. I may be gay but that's no reason for you to talk to me like that, more specifically if I was given the mark of the goddess.' I wrote on the paper, then slammed the pen down.
the nurse looked up and read it
"pft, the legends died out years ago."
I put my left hand on the table and focused whatever strength i could to my hand to make it glow.
her eyes widened and she got up, took her clipboard, and left.
serves her right.
I scribbled out the writing on the notebook and then set the pen and the notebook on the side tablet thingy.
