Without warning, Morgan stood up. He looked up at her surprised and confused.
"What are you doing?"
"I have to go. I'll... see you later. Maybe."
"What? What do you mean? Why do you have to go?"
Before he could finish the last sentence, Morgan was already gone.
Strips of paper fell onto the snow. His eyes followed them, blinking. Why did she just leave like that? Why was it so sudden? What did she mean by maybe?
Was it his fault? It probably was. Why did he always have to ruin everything?
A piece of paper had landed directly under him, and a single tear fell down onto it.
Of course this would happen.
She didn't want to be around him anymore.
He turned and pulled his legs close.
He should leave, before he got too cold again.
But he didn't want to.
A wave of hopelessness had washed over him, and he didn't know why.
Why should he find warmth?
He already felt frozen all the time.
So why not freeze physically, too?
It wasn't like he was important.
Not anymore.
It wasn't like he was needed.
Not anymore.
It wasn't like he was
third time's a charm
Not anym
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He couldn't stop
Stop thinking
Thinking about that
That nightmare
Nightmare that Twilight
Twilight told him about
About that
That nightmare
Nightmare that
It felt
Felt like a
Like an omen
Something he should
Should be worried
Worried about
Third
Third time
Third time's a
Third time's a charm
What did that mean
What could it mean
What was it trying
Trying to say
Trying to tell
Tell him
Why was it
Wild
Why was Wild
Like that
Why was it
Bothering him
So much
It had already
Already happened
Right?
The arrow
Arrow had been
Had been used
What was
Left
What was
Next
Was something
Happening
Next
He had
Had to stop
Stop it
Stop it from
From happening
But
What was it
When was it
How would it happen
How would he know
Know when it was happening
How could he stop
Stop it from happening
And why did he feel such a strong sense of dread?
And why
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Soon.
It would be soon.
She had to wait for the castle to be built, though.
That would come first.
She didn't know how she'd do it.
She just knew that she'd need the library.
Poison, maybe.
That would work.
It was to save him.
That's what she told herself.
To save him.
Keep him safe.
Anyway, she'd need to the Sheikah slate.
She wanted to leave him a note before she did it.
To explain herself.
Hylia knows she wouldn't be able to speak to him afterward.
She just hoped he wouldn't do something stupid because of it.
This was such a terrible idea.
Bit she had to do it.
She just couldn't bear it anymore.
She couldn't bear seeing it anymore.
She couldn't bear seeing him
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He had to keep her safe.
Something would happen.
He could feel it.
A small voice inside his head said,
keep her sa
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She couldn't stay around him anymore.
The princess didn't want her to.
And for good reason.
After all, sh
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tick around?
Why
should he
keep doing this?
Why
should he
pretend to be
loved?
Why
should he
be
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Playing With Knives- LoZ
Fanfictiondont read this one either Warning: this has like all the angst imaginable dude. i dont even remember all of it. here some of the big ones tho: suicides (plural), self harm, self hate and deprecation, depression, etc. all badly handled/written This p...
