#words drabbled themselves into conherancy

[i-didnt-know-what-to-put-here]

A girl he didn't know came up and sat next to him on the deck facing the midnight ocean. After a moment of silence she spoke. "I've never truly dealt with loss." she turned to look him im the eyes. "I've seen people deal with loss. Seen people talk to the grieving person. So I know what I'm supposed to say here. 'I'm sorry for you loss.' and everything like that. But it always sounds empty and hollow. I know what I'm supposed to say, but I won't say it. It wouldn't do anything." he was grateful for that. He didn't think he could handle another one. "And they probably wouldn't want you to grieve them forever. They'll probably want you to keep on living. But I'm not them, so the best I can do is guess." Not grieve them? The most important people in his life? "I can guess what your thinking. 'Not grieve them? Not mourn their irreplaceable lives or their absence?' I'm not saying that. I'm not saying don't mourn them. I'm not saying forget them either. You'll never forget them. You'll probably never truly recover from their loss. And that's okay." He couldn't take it anymore. He threw himself into her, and she hugged him. She stroked his hair the way his mom used to as he cried into her shoulder. "You may not be fine in a year, in two or 10, but once day you'll be okay again. You won't be back to how you were before, you might always be grieving them and that's okay. It's okay to grieve at your own pace, not anyone's elses. Time matters not to the wounds of the heart, mind and soul. And it's okay if you'll never truly be okay again. And if anyone tells you the opposite, then they've never lost someone dear to them again. One day, you might even find some people or person who will could be your new family, not replacing your old one, but simply adding to it." He cried himself to sleep that night. In the arms of a girl who he didn't know as she whispered words more comforting than any other words of comfort. When he woke the next day, she was gone like she had never been there at all. And no matter who he asked, no one else had seen her, or even believed her to be real. But even if she wasn't real, her words to him that she had said that night stayed with him. Even when he met 7 others who became his new family, not replacing his old one, but just simply adding to it, just like she said. He never met her again, and he never expected to. That was way it was such a surprise to see her underground, wearing a crown of flowers he doesn't know the name of and copper.

[i-didnt-know-what-to-put-here]

The Girl with Golden Hair and the Boy with Blue Eyes.

@linerwriter this brainthing came after reading you “Trust” story. It’s different and I hope your happy because I love that piece of writing. 

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After the Calamity was defeated, he and Zelda traveled to the home of the Skeikah to assure them that they were still alive. They didn’t stay long, as Impa had wanted Zelda to take over and rule a people which had no need for her. Zelda didn’t want to rule either. They left and made their way to the Great Plateau, isolated amongst nature, away from others. They fixed up the cabin in the woods, made it nicer and more long term livable. They lived in harmony together like that for months, and occasionally one or both of them would venture down to the stables to keep up with news of the world. People started to take about them. A girl with golden hair and a smile like the sun, who held off the Calamity for 100 years so her people my survive, and a boy with blue eyes and heart like no other, who would wander the world giving aid and comfort to any. 

They loved their new life. They were the ones who controlled it. No kings or knights or people to force them to things they never wanted. No destiny asides from the one they make for themselves. A fallen Queen of Ruins and a Hero borne of the Wilds. All was well in their life-they-made-for-themselves until they came. 7 others who bore his face and name. They had arrived in their world a week ago and had followed the rumors. To the Great Plateau. Up to the top. To them. He and Zelda. “We need you help.” they pleaded. “We should have never been able to meet in life. Destiny calls you into service again.” If it weren’t for Zelda telling him to go and save the past so the future might live, he never would have joined. So he picked up his dull, worn, chipped, rusted, muddied blade again and tucked a Silent Princess into her wheat golden hair, and told her with blue eyes so full of love and kindness, a promise that he would return, no matter what. So he left with these other hims, leaving a bittersweet parting on her lips. No matter how temporary or bittersweet, a parting is still a parting.