He stood up. He could fix this. He just needed to try a little harder.
Stand up. Keep her safe.
That was his job, after all.
It was more than just that.
He knew it.
Aiming at her.
Beeping.
Rain.
Pain.
Searing pain.
Ignore it.
Who knew the guardian's class were so sharp?
Light. Blinding light.
She did it.
Happiness.
Falling forever. Darkness.
Gone.
At least someone succeeded.
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He was trying to stand up. Trying to protect her. But he was injured so badly.
He couldn't die. She had treated him so badly. She still had to make it up to him.
Everyone else was already dead. She couldn't let it get to him, too. He was all she had left.
Without thinking, she rushed in front of him and put her hand up.
This was how she'd die.
Blinding white light. Her powers! Finally. Finally.
The guardians were dead, broken now. He was safe. They were safe.
She turned around.
He was on the ground.
She fell to her knees. Put a hand on his chest.
No.
There was no way.
He was...
"Link!"
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She couldn't watch it again.
She couldn't watch him do it.
She could feel it coming.
He'd do it again.
Eventually.
It was inevitable.
Just like the passing of time.
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Time.
What a terrible thing time could be.
When you want it to go slow, it goes fast. When you want it to go fast, it goes slow.
It only went at a normal speed if you truly didn't care. And he didn't care.
Not anymore.
He used to care. He was younger. Of course he cared. And it was a huge part of his quest.
He acted older than he was.
He felt older than he was.
How old was he? He had forgotten.
Upper thirties, maybe?
He felt so much older than that.
Maybe it was because of all of the time travel. Maybe doing that so much did that to you.
The others probably assumed that he was older than he actually was.
And nobody wants to listen to an old man's troubles. They were too busy.
In actuality, Wild was the oldest of them all. Only in terms of existence, though. He was physically and mentally seventeen. Or whatever age he was before.
At least Wild was happier now. He'd give Wild his own happiness if it meant Wild would stick around. If it meant the others were happy.
Time.
It meant aging.
Aging meant death.
And what an odd thing death was.
It was painted in a peaceful way, yet everyone- well, most everyone- was terrified of it.
Why? Why was it such a scary prospect if it was supposed to be calm and serene?
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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...
