When school ended that day, Zelda arrived at her home and put on some more comfortable clothes. Lying around and browsing the internet, purposely avoiding doing her homework; the usual.

Except, she couldn't get Link off of her mind. As cliché as it sounds, he was one of the only people she could think about right now.

Closing her phone, she sat in on top of her stomach and heaved a small sigh, staring at the ceiling. She regretted even letting Link walk back in to her life so easily. Why did she even let him do that? She hated him for what he had done, and he would never be able to repay her.

Zelda didn't want to admit that her hatred for Link was starting to dissipate—very slowly, but it was definitely leaving.

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"You'll be okay, Link," his mother said in a reassuring voice, looking over at her son and forcing a smile.

Link just nodded as his reply; he didn't want to start a small argument or anything. Because he knew he wouldn't be okay. Seeing a therapist has never helped him.

Aryll was sitting in one of the back seats of their car, pretending to not pay attention to their small conversation. But, she was. And she hoped that Link was wrong this time.

She cared about him too much.

The three exited the car, shutting the doors behind them as they did so. His mother patted Link's shoulder, before leading him and Aryll inside the building.

Opening the door and listening to the small bell above chime, one of the ladies at the counter looked up to see who had entered.

She smiled, but Link could tell it was forced. That's why he didn't want to be here—who knows if this new therapist would actually care? Link knew they never did—they just did it for money.

But who knows?

Link's name was eventually called, and his mother and Aryll gestured for him to go. Heaving a sigh, Link stood up from the chair he had been sitting in, following the woman who had called him.

He heard his mother and Aryll leave the building, meaning they wouldn't return until his session was over.

Entering a small and cozy looking room, Link was told to sit down until his therapist arrived. The door was closed and Link was left alone with his thoughts.

He didn't think dangerously, but he thought of things that worried him. He was worried that this therapist wouldn't be able to help. And then what? Mother would sigh again, saying that it was okay when she was actually upset. She would find a new person to talk to, then. The cycle just repeated like that, and Link didn't want to disappoint his mom again.

The door opened all of a sudden, and a tall, big woman with auburn hair and tawny skin stepped in. Closing the door a bit loudly behind her, she sat down in the remaining empty seat in the room.

"You must be Link, correct?" she questioned, her voice bold and stronger as he suspected, and Link nodded. She held out her hand for him to shake, which he obliged to.

Once the auburn haired lady pulled her hand away, she chuckled and smiled at Link. "My name is Telma and—well, you already know."

"Your parents have given me a bit of information about why you're here, so I won't bother asking anything else unless I need to," Telma explained, pulling out a notepad and a pen.

"All I want you to do for now is tell me what makes those negative emotions diminish, even if the moment is short. What makes you happy?" Telma asked, preparing to write anything down and smiling at Link.

Her smile looked genuine.

"Well...I like video games," Link replied nonchalantly. "Sometimes I draw... and I also like listening to music at times. I can play soccer but I've kinda given up on it since high school started for me."

"And your friends?" the therapist asked, finishing writing down what she needed.

Link was at a loss for words for a couple of seconds. He was trying to think of the people he considered friends, but their weren't many. He used to have lots, but as he got older, they eventually forgot about him in favor of someone they believed was better.

He had a group of people that everyone would address as the squad, so he answered with that first, moving on to individual people next.

"Um...there's this guy named Pipit, he's nice," Link replied. "He's not really my friend, though, uh—we just are kinda—acquaintances? Yeah." He never talks to me.

"And..." Link stopped there. Would she even consider him a friend? Maybe. Probably not. Definitely not. But, he would have to come up with more answers, or Telma would most likely start piling pointless advice towards him.

"A girl named Midna... I've only known her for a few weeks, though...and another girl I've known since elementary... Zelda," Link replied slowly, making sure to choose his words carefully.

"Oh, so you've known this Zelda person for awhile," Telma noted, writing that down just in case. "So, you've been friends for that long?"

"Um...no, I've just—I just know her from a long time ago...we were never really 'friends' until now," Link answered.

He was seriously doubting every little word that escaped his mouth, because he was just spewing lies. If Zelda was here, she'd be pumping her fists and ready to beat him to a pulp.

Besides, Link hated lying like this. Even if he was always good at it.

There was a small moment of silence, before Telma clasped her hands together and prepared for her next question.

"What do you feel when you're around her? When you're around Zelda?" Telma inquired.

Link froze for a split second, not really knowing what to answer with. What did he really feel when he was around her? He couldn't figure out what it was. Already, he knew he didn't feel empty around her like he did a majority of the time.

When he saw her, his heart soared. Maybe not in a romantic way, but in a way as if he was excited to see her enter the room. When he saw her smile, he got that nervous feeling in his stomach that his friends always told him about.

Happiness. Was that it?

"I feel happy," Link answered slowly, processing his words and feeling as if he was lying again. Shaking his head, he smiled a bit when he realized that he wasn't lying for once.

He actually felt happy around Zelda. Not many people managed to have that spark on him. It was usually only his family members and some of his friends.

Telma smiled, glad that this boy had someone like Zelda to hold on to. He had hope, a lot of it, even. "I advise you stick with her. She sounds like a nice gal."

Link nodded, keeping his smile on his face.

In the blink of an eye, his session was over and he had talked about so many things with Telma.

Most of the time, he talked about Zelda. Telma was always asking him questions about her from time to time; she could tell it made him very happy. She joked around a lot, and Link already liked her bright and fun personality. It really brushed off on him during the session, which helped him feel more calm in this situation, and he even shared a few laughs with her.

Mother and Aryll had arrived shortly after the session ended. When Link got in the car, there was ice cream waiting for him, since his family members had bought ice cream before picking Link up.

As they drove back to their house, with both Aryll and Link eating their ice cream, Link stared out the window.

He didn't know what to think. But, he knew that he wanted to try to become Zelda's friend even more now. He was glad he made the choice to approach Zelda again.

The rest of the car ride was calming and Link was glad to live during a small moment with his family, just like this one.

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