Prompt: Hookriel, Storybrooke, cursed, run-in
She never understood his fascination with the ocean. He would give them shells and conchs and every known instrument that could make sounds like waves and seagulls. He would play them songs about pirates and ships and times long past. His lyrics were always about treasures and paradises and the color of the bottom of the ocean.
Her music teacher was a man with an obsession.
But what scared her the most was how he seemed to know every hidden corner of her heart and dreams. Because she ached for the sea with a passion bordering on desperation and she didn't, couldn't, wouldn't understand why.
Only his eyes the color of waterfalls satisfied her yearning.