Fandom: Mystic Messenger

Character: Zen

Setting: Merman AU

Requested?: No

Quick warning: there is some mentions of suicide as well as the MC actually attempting it that might trigger someone so just in case it does I'm placing this warning here to help avoid that.

Read on at your own accord.

I'm like 80% sure that's not Zen but he looks close enough and I couldn't find anything better so please just pretend that's Zen Okay? ^u^

BTW just so there's no confusion this does not take place in the same word of the game so yeah (It was probably unnecessary but I just wanted to be sure)

I don't necessarily remember much from my childhood but I do recall this young boy that was around my age, he was always at the beach every time I saw him.

He was a rather pretty boy with shoulder length silver hair and crimson red eyes, and fair skin. I don't think I've ever seen him in a shirt and his lower half would always be covered by something so I never got to see him at full height.

I always wrote it off as him loving being in the water, I would have joined him if I could swim but I couldn't so I'd stay on land and just practice my drawing as I talked to him.

I wasn't any good at it at the time so it would look kind of silly but whenever I showed them to the boy, he would always react so favorably to them and genuinely seemed to like them.

So no matter how silly I thought they were I would always show them to him and no one else and honestly feel better about my drawings.

And things in general, now that I think about it, these are the only good memories I think I have about my childhood if I did have any good moments other than the time I spent with that boy I don't remember them.

But that's probably normal I guess and it's not like it's a big deal at least I still remembered the boy...but I don't remember his name.

I remember almost everything about him but his name, I remember his voice, the way his eyes lit up when they saw me running towards him, how he acted when I showed my drawings.

I even remember the day he stopped showing up at our meeting place though I don't know why? I kept coming back there day after day with the hope that he'd one day show up but he never did.

A year later something terrible happened, my Dad had started to show signs of Alzheimer's and it was getting pretty bad, to the point where he needed to be put away and my Brothers and I needed to stay with our Aunt and Uncle.

They weren't bad people and they were nice enough to take us in but it wasn't the same as living with my Father, I wanted him back, I wanted him to be normal again.

I also wanted to see the boy again, and I wanted to be back home as well, I kept focusing on these three things rather than doing much of anything else.

Like being a good respectable guest or a responsible older sister, none of those things even crossed my mind once, I didn't think of how much of a burden I was being to my Aunt and Uncle or how much my younger Brothers needed me right now.

I was being a terrible older Sister and the moment I turned 18 I left, moving in with a friend I made in high school but things didn't get better for me.

Even then I was miserable and I didn't know how my friend put up with me nor why he was even friends with me, I'm not even sure on how we became friends in the first place?

But I know that I should have been a better friend...

It's funny that the one time I finally see how bad of a person I've been is when it's too late to even change it, as soon as I could afford it I went back to my old hometown so I could go back to that beach one last time to commit suicide.

Why there when I could have done it literally anywhere else? Because it was my home, it was the only place I can remember ever feeling happy...

It seemed only fitting for me to end my life there.. plus if being a ghost is a real thing then at least I'm stuck at a place I love and has the best sunset I've ever seen and I can tolerate.

As I went further down and my vision became spotted with black specks here and there, I felt something wrap around my torso and jerk my body upwards.

Not long I felt lips on mine and pushed myself up to spit out the water that was in me, when I was done I saw a man with long silver hair, crimson red eyes, and a fair complexion...

He studied me for a bit before smiling brightly... heh.. he looked like an angel...maybe I was successful in killing myself after all?

"It's you...you've finally returned"

Sorry it was short but I plan on doing a part 2 eventually (I don't exactly have a good track record with actually getting around to those ^^')

Has anyone seen Splash? Love that movie growing up, it's what made me love mermaids well that and my love for water.

Oh and totally didn't base this one shot off of it I just felt like talking about the movie is all .