I never believed in those stories where people see their lives flash by before their eyes, before they die. I was either stupid back then, or I'm going crazy right now, but then again, because that doesn't change the fact that I'm about to die, and my life is flashing by…

Why didn't I ever listen to the stories I heard during my childhood… I mean… mermaids never ever end up happy, either they have to kill the human they love… or die…, It never ever succeeded not ones. Well, I'm not sure of that either, maybe some did, but the adults never ever tell stories about that. Well, I guess I shouldn't be talking about the adults, since I'm one now too.

Tears are starting to flow down. I love him, I mean I really love that guy, but I don't want to die either. Because when I do, I'm gone, forever, no reincarnation, no heaven, even hell would be fine with me, to be honest, it can't be much worse than I'm going through now. I gave up everything for the guy I liked, sacrificed my voice, got these stupid legs that hurt like hell, and then he goes off to marry someone else. And what's in it for me??, I'm gonna disappear into nothingness, become seafoam. This is messed up, this is so messed up. Why can't I stop crying, hurting, I know he's going to be happy, and that's all I wish for, for him to be happy. I really wish for that, I really, really do.

An hour left until sunset, I guess it will all be over by then. I close my eyes and listen to the sound of the waves colliding with the cliffs. It's strange how I forgot to appreciate these little things. I did when I was a kid, and first came to the surface. There's no sound beneath the surface, so it was overwhelming to me.

funny how you get used to it so quickly. You know, I know a song that would be perfect for this moment, I'd sing it, but then again, I lost my voice, in trade of these stupid legs. With the song came a dance, I guess I could try it now, since I have legs. I mean, I've gotten used to the pain already, and I've got only 50 minutes left anyway. I stand up, and try to ignore the pain, as I swirl around a little, I stagger, and fall down again. I should have known it was useless. Even at the end of my life, a thousand swords is a bit too much. I chuckled, it wasn't the moment to do so, I know that, but I can't help to laugh.

You know that process everybody is supposed to go through. Now that is true bullshit, I've learned that these past days. Sure it started with denial, followed by anger, and sadness came soon too, Sure, I did accept it for a while, but it wasn't true acceptance, I was just denying everything again. Nobody will ever be able to truly accept dead. Unless you're some saint, or a nut that's obsessed with religion, but I've got nowhere to go after death. Screw that, there won't be anything left of me, so I don't even need that.

I want to see his face one last time after all, I mean, the past 6 years he has been my everything. I want to tell him how much I love him, and how much I wish he won't feel sad. No that last one is a lie, I guess I don't want him to be happy when I die. But then again, I'll just disappear without a trace, and it will be as if I never existed.

I start to run among the path, strangely enough I don't feel pain anymore, only a strange kind of numbness. I guess that is because I have less than 5 minutes left. I see him there, walking across the beach. I approach him with a smile on my face. But I stop, do I really want him to see me. If I go there now, he will stay with me and he'll know I've died. Do I really want that, wouldn't it be better for him to think I've gone off to some place. Maybe he'll realize my feelings, for the wrong reasons ofcourse. I mean, it's the night after his wedding. If a girl he cares for suddenly disappears, he might connect one and one point five. (well, I could have said one and two, but then again, two is me being a mermaid).

I start wading into the ocean, with one minute left I turn around. The sun is starting to show, truly, it is a magnificent sight to behold, even though it's the last thing I see, before I'll close my eyes. I imagine a warm and dark place, as my consciousness starts to fade away. It gives off a somehow nostalgic feeling.

I can feel my body starting to break down. It feel weird, but it isn't unpleasant. It's hard to describe, it's kinda ticklish.

Three…

I really wanted to tell him after all…

Two…

But I guess he wouldn't understand…

One…

As long as he's happy…

A smile forms on my face

Zero…

Goodbye my love…

A medaillon washes ashore, it's the only proof physical proof she had really existed. Yet, with the following wave it's covered with sand. If the prince had been a little more alert he would have seen it glimmer. But he's wondering about his future, his marriage, and possible children. Absentminded he picks up a shell. It was beautiful. He chuckled, he should give it to Teresa. She loves this stuff.