Disclaimer: I don't own either once upon a time, or little mermaid or les mis.

Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I've been pretty busy. So, you probably have guessed who the girl is, what with the mermaid thing, and the bloody footprints. So, yeah. This is my first non- les mis related story, but I'm doing the little mermaid right now at my school, and I am trying to connect with Ariel more, so I can portray her better. Well, enjoy! And review.

I seemed to always find myself sitting on a rock that comes out of the ocean. I would swim around, trying to think about what to do, but I always just ended up in the same place. Gazing yearningly at the house of that boy I saw walking on the shore. Just waiting for him to leave so that I may watch him, and listen to his voice. He would often take a gait along the beach by himself. He would chant a little to himself, in such a charming voice. Just like the first day that I laid my eyes upon him, and fell so hard for him. That boy which initiated all my fantasies about him, and hopes for us to be together. I remember the day I first saw him ever so clearly.

I had always detested being in the ocean, and I was enthusiastic about my fifteenth year, when I was allowed to finally journey to the surface of the water. It meant so much to me when I was finally able to make the journey. I saw the sun set into the evening sky, and glittering stars beginning to take over the heavens. The sea was calm, the air was slightly chilly, but it was nice to inhale fresh air for once. It all felt so free. I felt myself loving everything around me. I swam to a nearby rock, and sat there, for what could've been hours, just looking at my beautiful surroundings. Even though the sun rose, I still didn't leave my perch. Just feeling the wind wafting through my tousled, damp, and salt encrusted hair felt like heaven, and I sure as hell did not feel the need to leave from the spot where I was so pleased. That's when I heard it. A voice coming from the shore. It was such a lovely voice, nothing ethereal or breathtaking, but it was attractive all the same. At first, I was startled, and worried about being seen, but soon my curiosity got the better of me. I swam to the rocky shore, as discreetly as possible, trying not to be found. The boy I saw seemed to be only sixteen at most, and was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. He walked without fins under him, but with two supports instead. It felt as if the world around him that had just seemed so heavenly was now dull in comparison. His hair was dark, though not as dark as mine, and his eyes were blue, with the look of a dreamer. I didn't know why but I couldn't turn my emerald eyes away. I would've done everything for the boy. I would've given anything to see him look my way, to see him smile at me, and to hear my name on his lips. In the midst of my dreaming, I suddenly lost my grip on the rocks, and crashed with a loud noise. He jerked his head around for the source of the noise, and even called out, but I didn't answer, for I knew he couldn't know I was there. That's when it hit me. This boy could never love me, for it would be impossible to see me. I had no chance of seeing him smile at me, and hold his hand in mine. I loved him, but when the night is over, he was gone. He didn't know I existed. If I was to die, he surely wouldn't weep for me, he wouldn't even spare a thought for me. I love him, but only on my own. I watched him for a little while longer before jumping into the water, sadly. He doesn't even know my name is Ariel, and if he did, he surely wouldn't care. Not for me.

Aww, how sad. I didn't mean for this to turn out so sad. Remember how I said this my first non les mis related story? Well, I just couldn't help myself with the les misness.