Some people spoke to me of their own losses. Some acted like nothing had happened, though they did avoid the topic of Friend. The children cried with me. Bolson and his workers were a mix of the first two. Though when I inevitably broke, they consoled me. The leather smith and I simply had tea.
Bossa Nova insisted at sleeping on the foot of my bed, if not then next to me.
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So I don't forget again
FanfictionHaving forgotten his past once, after waking from his hundred year slumber, Link keeps a journal as to not forget again. As he journeys to save Hyrule he's confronted with his past, present, and future. Making new friends only to leave them, grievin...
