"We are all one-winged angels, and to fly, we need to embrace one another." Philip explained. "That's what I meant when I said that you're not one of us. You are a full angel." Syrena looked up at him, her tail swirling the water. Philip climbed down from the large rock he sat on and sat at the foot of it, the tide lapping against his boots. "But I am not. All men fear me. I am not an angel." "An angel does not need to be perfect for everyone to see, Syrena. It only needs to be perfect to the one who loves it." He leaned towards her, and she reached out and took his wrist.
"You are an angel, Philip. I am a demon. If you share your blessing with me, we will both have to leave and find someone else." Philip just stared wistfully at her tail, swishing back and forth in the receding tide. "Syrena. I love you, and I will never leave you, even if you do not share the blessing of heaven. I will never let anyone hurt you." Syrena let go of his wrist. "You cannot stay with me, Philip. I do not have wings." She turned and swam away, leaving Philip sitting on the rock, unknowing that Syrena had just gained her wings and was teaching him to fly.