info; angst, hurt/no comfort.
TW; d..th (e, a), bl..d (o, o), .nj.ry. (i, u)
Vio wasn't the best when it came to emotions, anyone who was close to him knew that. He was smart, but not the smartest when it came to feelings and even social interactions, sometimes he was too apathetic, other times he didn't understand the problem.
But the fact that you didn't love him back was clear.
And the blond didn't blame you, not at all. He was someone who had betrayed the other parts of himself, only to betray his own shadow afterwards just to go ahead with his plan. It was to save the princess, it was to save the kingdom and to defeat their enemy, but betrayal was betrayal. What kind of hero was he? Not a good one, he answered himself.
Everyone has a part that is closer to darkness inside of them, more evil, cunning, willing to manipulate others... He wondered if he was that part of Link. It wasn't strange that you didn't feel the same, and he was surprised that you even tried to be his friend.
Vio didn't mind you much at first, you were his friend when he was merged with the other three, and spending time with you was enjoyable. He thought you were nice, and so did the other heroes. It had been a little awkward the first days after learning that your friend Link could split into four people, four parts of himself, but you got used to it quickly. They were part of the same person, but also their own person, although it was still strange to think much about it.
You were just a friend then, nothing more, nothing less. And oh, how he missed those simple days when his heart didn't ache around you.
He remembered the panic when he first felt his heart jump after seeing your smile. It was sudden, so unexpected he used an excuse to go away and think about what had happened. He was aware of the possibilities, but it took him a few weeks to make sure that he loved you. He really had fallen for you.
However, you didn't love him back.
He could see it in your eyes, in your actions, your reactions, he was sure of it. He was good at noticing small hints, not as good as Red when it came to linking those with emotions but still decent enough, and you never reacted when you called him a friend.
There were times when Vio thought that the usual wince, or a similar thing, when calling the person you loved "just a friend" was exaggerated, but he had found himself reacting in some way when he introduced you as his friend. It was stupid, he knew, but it was still some kind of hint that his feelings might be returned.
But you never reacted in any way.
For you, he was but a friend, someone you enjoyed spending time with, and there was nothing else than platonic affection. Sometimes he wishes he got it wrong, and that you would confess to him. Maybe you were really good at hiding it? Maybe he was worse than he thought at noticing it?
He knew those were lies, slivers of hope trying to make him feel like he had an opportunity when he didn't.
But it was alright, love wasn't perfect. Just because you loved someone didn't mean that person had to love you too. It hurt, but he wouldn't try to make you feel the same. A whisper in the back of his head told him that it was the best for you, since he didn't even trust himself to make you happy. Still, he wanted to be there to protect you.
Yet it seemed that he was too weak, too useless, to do that properly.
None of them had noticed the monster that had appeared behind you. He didn't even spare it a glance as he ran towards you as he realized that you were in danger, but it was already too late.
When Vio had gotten close enough to attack the monster with his sword, your body had fallen to the floor. All he could see was red.
Before, he liked how the color red looked on you, as it was the color your cheeks would turn when he made you laugh, it was such a pretty tint, he wanted to see it on you forever. But now he didn't, he didn't want to see that color on you, not clinging to your clothes, not escaping the horrible wound in your stomach.
There was so much blood, too much, way too much. His head was spinning, eyes unfocused as he stared at your limp body.
That monster had also managed to leave a deep cut on your throat, it was too late for him to give you a potion or use a fairy. You were gone.
Not caring about the other enemies left, although he vaguely knew that there were very few and the others would finish them off without a problem, he kneeled. His hand was shaking as he held yours, your blood quickly staining his fingers and his pants.
You were cold. You were so cold. Why were you cold? Why couldn't he help anyone? What kind of hero was he? His eyes burned, but no tears fell from his eyes. He felt... numb. Vio felt empty, he couldn't touch, he couldn't hear, he couldn't do anything but look at your corpse.
The worst thing is that going this way had been his idea.
It was his fault you had ended up like this. It was his fault for not thinking enough, his fault for wanting to spend some more time with you. If he had been faster you would still be alive.
"Vio..." The blond could hear Red's voice, he was definitely crying, or trying really hard not to. It felt like Vio was underwater, his body felt cold, but not as cold as yours.
As much as he wanted to stay with you, to protect you even if he knew you were already dead, he didn't fight when hands pulled him away from your body. He didn't say anything, letting Red guide him away as Green and Blue stayed behind. They would take care of your corpse, bring it to your family, they had agreed to that even if all they wanted to do was cry.
Days after your death, Vio didn't change, he barely got out of his room, the books he read were getting closer and closer to dark magic. Forbidden spells, dangerous curses, anything. He wondered if he could bring you back along with Shadow.
He had to. He... had to do it. No matter what.
Vio could still feel your blood clinging to his hands.
