Never Without You │ BOTW modern AU fanfic

Letting Go and Moving On

People tell me frequently how forgiving I am, and while that may be true to some extent, letting go is a whole other story. And that's something I'm not good at. I'm not under the misconception that I have to learn how to completely overlook every mistake anyone has ever made, but I do have to find a way to stop holding on to every bad thing in my life. Whether it's in the past or not. I have to be able to let things go.

Karusa is a good example... To forget what he did would be impossible and quite frankly a mistake in itself. Meeting him has taught me to say no. He also taught me that I have the right to feel comfortable with a man. And that I am the only one who should decide over my body.

Had I never met him, Father and I would likely still live in misery and perhaps Link and I would have moved quicker than I would have felt comfortable. Actually, it would probably be the opposite; had I never met Karusa, then Link and I would have never ended up dating in the first place.

My life is good now and I don't want to rid myself of the progress I've made despite all the pain Karusa has caused me. I am okay with that now, I have learned to pick myself back up when falling to the ground. But letting go and moving on... Well... That is something Karusa can't teach me.

Here I am contemplating the effects he had on my life when in truth, I'm just trying to come up with an answer as to why he would send me a message out of nowhere. Seriously... What was all that about? He can be so confusing sometimes!

First he tries to hook up immediately upon meeting me for the first time, then threatens to hit me with his bat after getting rejected, then, months later, follows me into the tunnels of the stadium and claims he wouldn't have hit me back then and that the only reason he got mad at me was because I slapped him. So he basically blamed me for his behavior...

No matter all the despicable things he did to me, or tried to do, the worst thing he ever did was to brag to Link about things that never even happened. It's his fault Link nearly died. And then—this one still confused me—at the Boar's baseball field when I talked to him privately, he suddenly acted like the victim.

I hate him so much..!

Still... a small, teeny tiny, microscopic part of me... actually pitied him.

After dessert, Father and I thank Link for dinner one more time and move our conversations to the living room. They do seem to be getting along very well now. I suppose they always have. More or less. Obviously they haven't exchanged BFF keychains but Father doesn't treat Link like the enemy, which is worth a lot, considering he used to treat his own daughter as such.

I know Father's opinion is very important to Link too, and while he may not think of Link as the son-in-law he had always hoped for, somehow Link manages to impress even the most judgemental man on this planet.

I smile at them, watching from the sidelines as they converse about the history of golf. I never thought it possible but they found a topic that is fascinating to them both.

Since Link has to get up early to finish packing, he decides to call it an early night. Having announced his departure, he wishes a good night to Father. He wants to say goodnight by the door but I insist on walking him back to his car.

The driveway is quiet and deserted, the air is warm, and a slim rim of the moon can be spotted above the crowns of the tall palm trees.

"That was a nice dinner," Link says with a satisfied smile on his face.

"You think?" I ask a little surprised.

"Yeah, don't you?"

"It wasn't bad. Apart from the argument. I'm sorry about that."