Not Just My Enemy.

Chapter 11

I was watching him sleep. Not in a weird stalker type of way. At least, I hope it didnt come off like that. I found myself stuck in the endless cycle that is my shitty thoughts, and couldn't sleep.

Link looked so peaceful. His blonde hair a mess covering his face as he sprawled out across his bed. I followed the impulse to push his hair back. Couldn't hurt anything, if he woke up he'd be too busy questioning why I'm in his room when I was orginally laying in the living room.

I've been home almost a week now, and I've kinda just taken to staying here. I still haven't stopped by home, and I know the more I hold off on it the worse the situation will be when I finally do return. At this point I couldn't care less though, it was going to be a shit show either way.

To him, I went in for no reason. I don't have any problems, I just have to complete my goal to feel normal and happy again. I don't even know if that logic makes any damn sense if I'm honest, but it doesn't matter. I'm just happy theres at least some type of words to explain the type of fucked up my brain deals with.

I'm on so many medications now its absurd, but it's worth it I guess. I haven't had any psycho moments since I've been here, or any serious out-of-the-normal sprees of anything. I'll take that as working. At least working enough I'm no longer as much of a danger to myself or Link anymore.

Speaking of Link, I looked back down at him and found myself smiling a bit. Hes been talking about trying to find a way back to Hyrule for a while now, I haven't told him that I know the way yet. I think I'd rather drag him there as a surprise. That might be a bit weird, but I'm not too worried about it. I'm pretty sure he'd be too excited to be in Hyrule to care about much anything else.

I wanted to repay him in a way... repay the kindness I really, really don't deserve. He might not remember all the horrible things I've done to his past lives, the previous game overs. But I do. I wanted to make up for it. Something about this reset of the game feels so different. So much more real.

Link felt so much more important. Ta' hell with whatever M.S. was trying to get me to achieve. I think I finally figured out what I want.

I want to be right here. I want to be calm and happy just accept what my fate it now.

I know I'll fuck up again. No matter the amount of drugs they pump me on, it wont fix my broken mental state and my crazy murderous tantrums.

I'll ruin everything again. Its inevitable.  I can't have, let alone keep anything. Especially anything I care about.

Do I care? I mean of course I do, right? If only I could place what made everything feel so different.

Without thinking much about it, my hands moved to play with his. His skin was calloused, yet soft. The heat rose back into my face, my heart picking up pace for seemingly no reason.

His hands squeezed mine back, only then did I look back up to look at Link.

Drowsy eyes looked up at me for just a second before he pulled his hand from mine to cover his mouth as he yawned. "What're ya doing in here Ben?" He questioned, laying his head back against the pillow and his hand back on top mine.

At this point I could swear the flush on my face must've been glowing in the dark room. "Just couldn't sleep." Was the only reply I could muster. It wasn't a lie per say, didnt exactly explain why I was in here so I was grateful he didn't question the subject further.

Or, maybe I wasn't. Because I ready to make up more excuses before leaving to to back down stairs, but I hadn't been ready for him to roll over and lazily slap the space beside him. "Come n sleep, you'll be tired stupid." He groaned, before turning to face the wall and fall back asleep himself.

Was, he serious? I mean, I suppose he was. Always to kind for his own good. Who offers to share a bed with someone's who's attempted to kill him before? He must have lost his entire mind.

None the less, I gently crawled onto the bed at sat next to him, peering and waiting for some form of protest before finally laying down. At this point my dead heart was racing far too quickly to be healthy, and I wasnt quite sure what to do about it.

I tried to keep my distance, make sure I wasn't too close or touching him in any way to make him uncomfortable. It was hard to resist messing with his hair or running my hand down his back.

Why? Would I want to do something like that? My brain must be going haywire from the medication. That just didn't make any sense. Still though, the urge for closeness persisted.

I closed my eyes, finally trying to sleep. I'm going to have to deal with M.S. tomorrow, but I can enjoy tonight.

Authors note
Heres the Ben I asked if I should post. Hope you guys like my cosplay attempt!♡

I'm deleting the Ben cosplay coz cringe, sorry if you saw that