Reversed Roles

It seemed dawn had arrived…

Link, who hadn't slept all night, watched the sky outside shift from pitch black to a gradual brightness, his thoughts quiet.

How long had he stared at this empty room? He didn't want to think about it.

Without seeing that familiar figure, he had no desire to sleep. He just sat there, curled up, staring at the motionless door, silently hoping.

He watched the clock's hands tick slowly, making no move to act.

Only when the sounds of students moving from the dorms to the field grew louder, the distant clamor from the stadium swelling, did he finally blink.

Seeing the time on the clock creeping toward the final match, he stood, slow and stiff, like a withered tree creaking to life, his limbs rigid from disuse.

"Time to… go to the match, I guess…"

Link muttered, dragging his sore body step by step toward the door.

Maybe he'd see Villette at the match…

Click.