Zelda’s Log: Salt (A Memory of a Memory)
A/N: I wrote this in a little more than an hour, after reading a lovely quote I reblogged, and out of a sheer desire to kick back stress and anxiety.
*drops dead into bed*
Well, almost everything. But everything about her.
He finally remembered who the girl from his memories was.
It was her all along.
Her voice woke him up, and guided him.
She had snatched him from the claws of death.
After he remembered how she was willing to die for him - who in their sane judgment would do that for him, a kid who barely knew his name? - Link ran.
Away from the place where he died, outside Fort Hateno.
Away from his house, the symbol of his new life.
Away from the Village, and his new acquaintances, and the old ones.
Down the hill, into the beach.
He kneeled on the sand, and wept.
For the life he lost.
For the person he once was.
For failing her.
Every time her name echoed on his head his heart raced.
He was sure he had never felt like that before. It had worsened after he heard the Rito bard’s song.
‘Zelda’. Her name tasted salty on his mouth, a mix of bitter tears and the nocturnal sea breeze, as the rising tide licked at his knees.
‘I remember you’.
The answer came out of his lips in a faint voice, after her eyes watered at his silence.
‘I do, I really do… ’, he sobbed. ‘…Zelda’.
A surprised gasp. A pout. Trembling lips. Tears streaming down her face.
Both held onto each other tight, and he kissed her reddened, wet cheeks.
Your name tastes like the sea, Zelda.