I miss them.
After ten years, I think it's safe to say that I'll never see them again. I'll never know what becomes of that place and the people I fell in love with. I'll never see them again.
Well, that's not entirely true.
Just a few notes on my ocarina, and presto. It's like the whole ordeal never happened. To them, anyway.
And that's the hard part. Seeing them is bittersweet. After going through so much together, year after year for the past ten years, it seems like they would remember me.
But they don't.
You see, I've lived the same three days over and over again as long as I can remember. It's certainly no vacation. No. Because if I rest... if I let my guard down for just a little while, the world will end.
These people aren't exactly happy to see me. They've got a lot on their mind. Even so, I'm able to really connect with a small handful of them in the three days I have. Which doesn't do a lot of good. Play the ocarina and to them, it's like it never happened. Don't play it and they die.
And no matter how hard I try, I can't stop the world from ending. The universe is doomed to repeat the same three days over and over for eternity.
I wonder we've done to deserve this.