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    It was a bad day. Fi was alone in her home, which was not unusual since she was the only one who lived there, but she wished she had someone with her, anyone. It could have been Ganondorf for all she cared, just someone. It was a bad day.

    “Hellooo! Anyone home?” called a certain Twilight Princess. Her bare foot crossed the threshold of Fi's house as she let herself in, a common occurrence. “Come on, you can't hide from me forever!” With a giggle, she plopped down on the sofa. “I'll wait for you, then.”

    Midna smirked when she heard laughing in the nearby room, Fi's bedroom. Her smirk vanished when she realized that she heard laughing from Fi's bedroom. A soft knock preceded her entrance. “Fi? What's going on?”

    “Nothing!” said the sword spirit. She stood up and kept her back to Midna. “I am fine, thank you. What brings you here?”

    The curtains were closed, shutting out the afternoon light, but Midna could see in the dark. She was born in it, after all. Fi was trembling and her shoulders hitched with every breath. Her cloak, the one she almost never removed, was on the floor in front of her. It was covered in wet stains.

    She was not laughing.

    A pale blue hand touched Fi's shoulder. “What's going on?”

    “Please do not insist...”

    “Trust me.”

    “Trust me.” He said those words to her once, twice, thrice. She did trust him, and so she took his hand and let him lead her to the shade of a young Deku Tree. It was more than enough to cover them from the high noon sun, not that either were vulnerable to such a mortal fret as sunburn.

    Fi sat on her legs and leaned against him. “This is... nice.”

    “My, Bluebird, is that a blush?”

    “Stop it.”

    He chuckled and brushed a finger against her cheek. “You look so cute when you're flustered. It is a rather beautiful day, as you eloquently put.”

    “I... was not referring to the day,” said Fi. “I was referring to being here... with you.” She looked up at the sky. “I worry... I worry that this will not last forever, that we will... grow apart.”

    His white-gloved hand grasped hers. “It will, Bluebird. We are immortal, and you couldn't get rid of me if you tried.”

    Fi gave him a rare smile. “I have tried. I would like us to remain together.”

    “We will. I promise.”

     But they did not remain together. They grew apart, just as Fi had feared, and he left the side of light... he left her.

     It was a bad day, because it was that day.

     The day he left her, the day he scarred her.

     “Fi?”

     She turned around, eyes red and puffy, and did not bother to wipe the tears on her cheeks. “H-hello, Midna...” She made a weak attempt to leave the room, but Midna held her by the shoulders.

     “Fi...”

     “Why...?” whispered the spirit. “Why did he leave me?” She looked down at her feet. “... What did I do wrong?”

     Midna pulled her into a hug, and a bit of sadness dripped into her hair. “You didn't do anything wrong, Fi... You didn't do anything wrong...”

     “I-I cannot hug you,” said Fi. “I want to hug you, but I cannot...”

     Midna shook her head, lifted Fi up, and floated onto the bed with the poor spirit on top of her. “It's alright, Fi... It's alright...”

     Fi used her magic to manipulate the blanket into a pair of pseudo-arms and grappled Midna. She clung to the Twilian and shook with timeless sobs. “Why was I not good enough...?”

     “You were more than good enough,” said Midna. She reached up and stroked Fi's hair. “You did nothing wrong, Fi, nothing at all.”

     “My chest hurts.” Her breath was sharp and shallow, hiccuping once every few gasps. “I-I hurt...”

     Midna squeezed her and kissed the top of her head. They were as close as sisters, and seeing Fi in such a miserable state was unacceptable... but Midna knew she could not heal this wound. She could only hold Fi and let her cry herself to sleep. That was Midna's duty as a friend and confidante, to be there for Fi when she needed a friend, not try to mend her scars.

     Not all scars are on the surface.

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    It was a bad day. Fi was alone in her home, which was not unusual since she was the only one who lived there, but she wished she had someone with her, anyone. It could have been Ganondorf for all she cared, just someone. It was a bad day.

    “Hellooo! Anyone home?” called a certain Twilight Princess. Her bare foot crossed the threshold of Fi's house as she let herself in, a common occurrence. “Come on, you can't hide from me forever!” With a giggle, she plopped down on the sofa. “I'll wait for you, then.”

    Midna smirked when she heard laughing in the nearby room, Fi's bedroom. Her smirk vanished when she realized that she heard laughing from Fi's bedroom. A soft knock preceded her entrance. “Fi? What's going on?”

    “Nothing!” said the sword spirit. She stood up and kept her back to Midna. “I am fine, thank you. What brings you here?”

    The curtains were closed, shutting out the afternoon light, but Midna could see in the dark. She was born in it, after all. Fi was trembling and her shoulders hitched with every breath. Her cloak, the one she almost never removed, was on the floor in front of her. It was covered in wet stains.

    She was not laughing.

    A pale blue hand touched Fi's shoulder. “What's going on?”

    “Please do not insist...”

    “Trust me.”

    “Trust me.” He said those words to her once, twice, thrice. She did trust him, and so she took his hand and let him lead her to the shade of a young Deku Tree. It was more than enough to cover them from the high noon sun, not that either were vulnerable to such a mortal fret as sunburn.

    Fi sat on her legs and leaned against him. “This is... nice.”

    “My, Bluebird, is that a blush?”

    “Stop it.”

    He chuckled and brushed a finger against her cheek. “You look so cute when you're flustered. It is a rather beautiful day, as you eloquently put.”

    “I... was not referring to the day,” said Fi. “I was referring to being here... with you.” She looked up at the sky. “I worry... I worry that this will not last forever, that we will... grow apart.”

    His white-gloved hand grasped hers. “It will, Bluebird. We are immortal, and you couldn't get rid of me if you tried.”

    Fi gave him a rare smile. “I have tried. I would like us to remain together.”

    “We will. I promise.”

     But they did not remain together. They grew apart, just as Fi had feared, and he left the side of light... he left her.

     It was a bad day, because it was that day.

     The day he left her, the day he scarred her.

     “Fi?”

     She turned around, eyes red and puffy, and did not bother to wipe the tears on her cheeks. “H-hello, Midna...” She made a weak attempt to leave the room, but Midna held her by the shoulders.

     “Fi...”

     “Why...?” whispered the spirit. “Why did he leave me?” She looked down at her feet. “... What did I do wrong?”

     Midna pulled her into a hug, and a bit of sadness dripped into her hair. “You didn't do anything wrong, Fi... You didn't do anything wrong...”

     “I-I cannot hug you,” said Fi. “I want to hug you, but I cannot...”

     Midna shook her head, lifted Fi up, and floated onto the bed with the poor spirit on top of her. “It's alright, Fi... It's alright...”

     Fi used her magic to manipulate the blanket into a pair of pseudo-arms and grappled Midna. She clung to the Twilian and shook with timeless sobs. “Why was I not good enough...?”

     “You were more than good enough,” said Midna. She reached up and stroked Fi's hair. “You did nothing wrong, Fi, nothing at all.”

     “My chest hurts.” Her breath was sharp and shallow, hiccuping once every few gasps. “I-I hurt...”

     Midna squeezed her and kissed the top of her head. They were as close as sisters, and seeing Fi in such a miserable state was unacceptable... but Midna knew she could not heal this wound. She could only hold Fi and let her cry herself to sleep. That was Midna's duty as a friend and confidante, to be there for Fi when she needed a friend, not try to mend her scars.

     Not all scars are on the surface.