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Link…







Link….



His name kept appearing in my head.

It’s been five months since I left Hyrule and I don’t feel any better. I thought I’d get over it.

I didn’t.

Everyday has been like this. I wish I could just forget him.

But part of me didn’t want to let go.

I hate this. Why did I have to feel like this towards him?

“Shut up, Midna. Don’t think about it.” I scolded myself in my little tower in the Twilight castle. Almost immediately, the door opened. A twili guard poked his head into the room.

“Your highness?” he asked.

I blushed. s**t. I had spoken too loud.

“N-nothing. I’m fine.” I muttered, staring at my lap. I heard the door close. I let out a long sigh.

How am I suppose to live with Link at the back of my head? I can’t get him out of my head, and I’m doomed to live forever.

Damn immortal twilis.

But I couldn’t help but wonder…was he thinking about me too?

I thought about it for a moment, and then shivered. A stab of envy hit my heart.

I could picture Link and Ilia, running in Hyrule field and slobering all over each other.

Disgusting.

I never really liked Ilia, probably of the jealously itching at my skin. Link really cared for her, I could tell.

I rested my forehead in the palm of my hand, sighing once more.

The door opened again.

“Is everything alright?” the familiar voice of my father asked.

Without glancing up, I mumbled. “Yes…I’m fine.”

He shook his head in disbelief and sat beside me.

“What are you doing here anyways??” I asked.

“Checking to see if my little Twilight Princess is doing her job. But you seem depressed.”

“I’m not little anymore, father.” I grumbled.

“I know that. But I could hear you sighing. It what’s-his-face, Link, isn’t it??”

“Don’t say his name!” I hissed, suddenly standing up. My hands curled into fists. He stared at me, a bit offended.

“Sorry, it’s just that…could you just go? Please!” I begged, fighting to restrain my sudden anger. My father chanced a worried look at me before he got up and left. I hesitated, but sat down shaking. That was another reason why I hated loving him. I feel so emotional whenever something related to him was said.

I…see you later.

The painful memory flashed through my mind. I was so close to telling him how I really felt. I regret that I didn’t.

Would things have been different?

I lay my head back on the throne I sat on, utterly confused. I closed my eyes, exhaling softly.

I couldn’t live like this.