Lucy picked her way home after Orchestra practice ran late. Holding her violin case in on hand, she readjusted the bag strap just as a sudden gale of wind picked up her black fedora and carried it down the street.

She was rather a bit annoyed of late. She hadn't seen Mr. Gold since their chat and though their chat and the memory of their kiss made her feel like she was walking on clouds, school was becoming rather draining. Since the talent show, boys wouldn't stop bothering her, complimenting her and hitting on her; some were more gentlemanly than others, while others were a bit more persistent and rude. The girls seemed to hate her all the more for it. The only comfort she felt was that she was not alone in this, but Daphne was more adept at handling the attention, she was graceful and had more patience to deal with it; she handled it with charm, while Lucy only felt her ire growing.

"Awesome," she muttered to herself as she turned to see where her hat had landed, her gaze roaming the pavement until she spotted it; the wind had carried it back down the pavement, nearly to the street corner. She moved to pick it up, when she suddenly saw someone else pick it up.

Narrowing her eyes, she stared at the figure of a man, as he straightened. Behind him, was a motorcycle. Cautiously, Lucy approached and realized she had never seen this man before. His dark brown curls, leather jacket and beard sort of reminded her of Graham, making her heart ache dully. However, his eyes were pale blue, and something about their look was unsettling.

"Nice hat," he called as she stepped before him. Lucy momentarily cast a glance at the bike behind him, noting the box and helmet which sat atop it.

"Nice bike," she returned extending a hand, palm up, for her hat. She eyed him for a moment, wondering what he was doing in Storybrooke. She thought he was rather odd when instead of placing her hat in her hand he presumptuously placed it on her head, adjusted it before looking at her sideways.

"Cute," he commented as Lucy continued to merely stare at him, trying to make him out as the wind continued to gust, blowing her hair for moments at a time all over the place. Brushing her hair from her face and tucking it behind her ears, she stared into his eyes.

She wasn't really sure what to make of the person before her. He didn't exactly seem friendly, but he wasn't quite threatening either. He was aloof and his smirk seemed to suggest to her that he was of a temperament that liked startling people; that he enjoyed being a mystery to them, it was his way of mocking them.

"I thought so," Lucy said with a shrug. She made to turn and walk away, unwilling to play his game, however, her curiosity was killing her so she half-turned back to the man who hadn't moved. "Visiting Storybrooke?" she asked, causing him to smirk further.

"Yes."

"Why?" she asked bluntly. The only person she ever recalled coming to Storybrooke was Emma Swan, and considering she was here for her son it didn't seem so strange.

"Why not?" he challenged, his amusement seeming to grow. Lucy merely shrugged and turned to walk away. The man seemed cryptic, and his strange manner was a bit on the creepy side and more than a little arrogant. It seemed a good time to merely walk away and head home, before somehow she got into trouble. "Care for a ride?" he called suddenly after her.

Lucy stopped walking and turned to face the man. She smirked at him for a brief moment, wondering what on earth would posses him to ask and if he really thought that she would accept, if so she thought he was mad. "I don't take rides from strangers, thanks anyway."

"There's a storm coming," he told her, as if the threat of rain would made her reconsider. Lucy paused for a moment and looked to the sky. It was overcast, grey. The winds were picking up steadily, however, it was still too calm.

"I know, but it won't hit until tomorrow," Lucy replied, slowly turning her gaze back to the handsome stranger by his bike.

"Forecast says the day after," he challenged.

"The forecast is wrong, I'm right. You'll see tomorrow," Lucy said with a shrug before turning and walking away, ignoring the last smirk he gave her. Lucy could always tell when a storm would hit, she could always feel it. She wasn't sure why she was always right, but she didn't put much thought into it, thinking it was merely intuition.

It didn't take very long for Lucy to get home, and more than a few times, she had to reach up to her hat and hold it in place. When she got home, she was quick to shed her things and change into a swimming suit and head down to their indoor swimming pool. Since the talent show, she had been making frequent visits, spending hours at a time down there. It helped work out the stress she felt from school, and the mounting sexual tension she felt growing.

She wasn't sure how, but with one kiss, she felt that Mr. Gold lit her soul on fire. Sometimes, their kiss was all she could think about, and she couldn't help fantasizing about his roughened yet elegant, long-fingered hands running over her bare skin. Their heat was emblazoned on her skin, and she wanted to feel them all over her body; she'd never known a heat like them. The heat from the sun, never quite seemed to touch her or warm her in such a way, and she hadn't realized it before, but she was so cold and so used to it, she'd never realized it; she'd never known heat was missing.

However, when she got to the pool that afternoon, she was surprised to see all her sisters down there, lounging around. While Daphne and Adelaide were in the water, floating by the deep end, the rest of her sisters were seated around Minerva on the lounge chairs. Daphne and Adelaide seemed to be watching what appeared to be a heated discussion. Minerva for her part, looked rather harassed.

"What's going on?" Lucy asked as she walked over, raising her brows as it wasn't often that all her sisters gathered like this. Minerva groaned from where she lay. In the chair on Minerva's right, Marina and Trista were seated next to each other facing their eldest sister. On Minerva's left, lounged Elaine, flipping through a vogue magazine and looking largely disinterested and bored.

"Minerva's got a date with the Mayor," Trista supplied, turning to look at Lucy. Lucy felt her jaw drop, not really able to believe her ears.

"What?" she asked loudly and a bit indignantly as she turned to look at Minerva, her brows furrowed in confusion and anger if it were true.

"It's not a date! We are having a business dinner," Minerva said exasperatedly, trying to keep her calm; although it was clear her patience was beginning to wear thin.

"I know what flirting looks like, and I was there. That is not a business dinner. It's a date. If the mayor really wanted to discuss business with you, she would have done it in the office," Trista stated coldly before turning to look back up at Lucy. "You should have seen the way the mayor was looking at her, she was practically undressing her with her eyes. Eye fucking the hell out of her."

Minerva flushed red at this and stood up. "For the last time, it's not a date! And watch your mouth, Trista," Minerva said, sending a withering gaze at Trista. Their blonde sister merely rolled her eyes, briefly Lucy wondered if maybe Ruby was a bad influence.

"Wait, what I don't understand is why Min was dealing with the mayor in the first place. Shouldn't have daddy been doing that, or Elaine? I mean she is the face of the company," Adelaide suddenly piped up, confused. At the mention of her name, Elaine looked up and flipped luscious black curls over her shoulder.

"I'm the face of the company to the public and media, I don't deal with clients, politicians or the like. And daddy hates the mayor, so he pawned her off on Minerva to deal with," Elaine supplied before turning her pale blue eyes back to her magazine.

"I don't see what the big deal is. I mean... we all know Minerva's preference and we're supportive of that. So what if it is a date with the mayor? At least it means she's finally moving on from Ruby," Daphne said, causing Lucy to turn and glare at her.

"It's like if Minerva were to go on a date with Orsa," Lucy commented, causing all her sisters to shudder.

"Exactly! Orsa hated all of us when we were in school. You dating the mayor is like, dating Orsa, a total and complete betrayal," Trista said, looking up at Minerva who was still standing beside the chair she had been reclining in. A hurt look crossed Minerva's eyes at this statement.

"I think you guys are being a little extreme. The Mayor is... not very pleasant all the time, but at least she's... an attractive woman and she doesn't hate us the way Orsa did...does," Marina stated, trying to defend Minerva, causing Trista and Lucy to both shoot a glare at her.

"She had me arrested for stealing a goddam apple!" Lucy cried angrily.

"You didn't actually steal the apple," Marina sniffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

"That's not the point. The point is we all know that the arrest wasn't about a stupid apple or trespassing. It was about the fact that it was finally her chance to get something on a Davenport. I mean if she saw the culprit enough to know it was one of us, no one would mistake me for Daphne, Daphne's hair is pretty hard to not see, its bright ass red. It wasn't about justice, she just wanted to have one of us arrested to humiliate our family," Lucy snapped.

"Its not a date!" Minerva cried loudly, causing all of her sisters to suddenly look at her at the outburst. Minerva was never one to raise her voice or yell. She was usually the most controlled over her emotions. Well, Elaine was a little more controlled, but perhaps that was because she felt general apathy towards all things but fashion. "Will you all just stop already! Daddy needs me to smooth things over with the mayor and it's all I'm going to do. And even if it were a date, it wouldn't be any of your business," she said, though she faced Lucy when she said this last bit.

Lucy merely stared steadily at her sister, their gazes locked almost in a battle of wills. Lucy simply couldn't understand Minerva. She was willing to go on a date with the mayor, but she wasn't willing to give Ruby and herself a real chance? Lucy huffed and walked away from Minerva, and dived into the deep end, swimming underwater and not coming back up for air until it was absolutely necessary.

When she came back up to the surface, she noted that Minerva had gone, and that Trista and Marina were in the middle of an argument. Apparently Marina had only just realized that the bathing suit that Trista was wearing was Marina's, and like always the two were getting into an argument about it, Trista pretending that she wasn't sure what Marina was talking about. Lucy sighed, shaking her head and diving back under the water and swam near the bottom of the pool until the need for air became unbearable once more and she had to return to the surface again. When she came back up, Trista and Marina were still bickering.

Usually, Lucy would have simply found this amusing, but today she wasn't really in the mood. Sometimes, Lucy wanted to be able to just stay underwater. However, coming to the realization that she would have no real peace in the pool today and feeling she had enough of her sisters for now, she climbed out and headed back to her room. Towelling off, throwing on a set of joggers, running shoes, purple thermal-sweater and grabbing her mp3 player and a set of earphones, she ran out of the house while tying up her hair in a ponytail.

It wasn't long before she was picking through a familiar path in the woods which eventually led to the beach. Lucy concentrated on the music blaring in her ears, on her breathing, on the pace she kept as she pumped her legs. It was some time before she left the gloom of the forest and found herself running around the shoreline. Though the day was still overcast and gray, and the waves were pressing with near violence against the land, Lucy much rather preferred this scenery.

Thinking of it being time to give her legs a bit of a rest, Lucy sat on the sand, panting. She ignored the accelerated rate of her heart, until it calmed and ignored the sheen of sweat that covered her skin as plucked her purple earphones from her ears and stared at the rolling waves as they crashed. Her lungs felt like it was burning.

There was no peace anywhere, Lucy felt. There was unrest only, and she wondered if that was because of the coming storm. Did it cause people to act crazier, she wondered. Lucy still couldn't wrap her mind around it, Minerva was going on a date with the mayor. Mayor fucking Regina Mills!

Stretching out her legs, and bending forward and rubbing them a bit, Lucy took deep breaths, trying to calm down. However, she was still angry. Though the run had put her mind off things and expended energy she needed to get rid of, she could still feel the rage vibrating through her. Trista was right, Minerva going on a date with the mayor was a betrayal. She was betraying her love for Ruby and that wasn't fair.

Straightening her spine, Lucy bent her knees and pulled them to her chest. Wrapping her arms beneath her thighs, she leaned forward and rested her forehead against her knees. She was being harsh on Minerva, she knew it. After all, she could forgive Ruby for dulling her own pain by sleeping around. So why couldn't she forgive Minerva one measly date?

Resting her chin now on her knees, she stared at the waves with a furrowed brow. The wind felt gustier here. For a while, she merely sat, staring at the waves once more. Her thoughts quieted as she tried to figure out the reason why she could forgive Ruby and not Minerva, when Minerva was her own flesh and blood. She was supposed to be on Minerva's side.

But Minerva didn't quite deserve it. She had given up on Ruby. Ruby, on the other hand, would have fought tooth and nail for Minerva, and Lucy knew this. That was the reason she could forgive Ruby, because she had no other choice. It wasn't Ruby who didn't want the relationship, it was Minerva.

And what was Minerva doing accepting a date from Mayor Mills, and oh, it was a date. Lucy knew because Trista, despite not being the sharpest tool in the shed, did damn well know when people were flirting or attracted. Besides, Minerva's fervent denials seemed a little too... the-lady-doth-protest-too-much. Or maybe Minerva was just in denial about the whole thing.

However, Lucy didn't think so. Not after that last statement Minerva had shot at her. It was definitely a date, Minerva knew it and accepted it. What Lucy couldn't figure out, was why. Grudgingly, she was willing to admit that the mayor was an attractive woman and that in Storybrooke, Minerva's options were probably limited. After all, the only people Lucy knew that weren't straight were Minerva who was lesbian, Ruby who was bisexual and the mayor who was likely bisexual too if she was interested in Minerva. But if there was anyone father would approve of less than Ruby, not that he even knew Minerva was lesbian, it was the mayor. He did rather seem to loath the woman. So what was Minerva thinking?

Then there was the Mayor herself. What was she doing, eye fucking her sister? Why Minerva? Why did Minerva have to be the next intended victim for her debauchery? Why her sweet, older, already broken-hearted sister? Lucy growled under her breath as the anger flared out and uttered an almost inhuman screech as her hands balled into fists and she pounded on the sand on either side of her.

Regina Mills was a succubus. She had devoured Graham's soul, made it sickly and now she was going after Minerva and there was nothing she could do, she thought as she continued to slam her fists on the ground, unsettling the sand. Lucy stopped, her heart now pounding as tears sprouted in her eyes. However, she tried to calm herself once more, resting her head against her knees and taking deep breaths.

Why was she so worried? It was one date, and Minerva was intelligent. She wouldn't allow herself to be pulled into whatever games Regina played. She should see through the Mayor, Lucy thought to herself, trying to assuage the fear that she felt, which was surely irrational. "Do the storms of your rage usually pass so quickly?" she heard a curious voice ask in the brogue she knew so well and loved so much.

Twisting around, she stared at the man standing behind her, not sure if she wanted him to be here now. The wind was whipping his dusty brown hairs across his face, somewhat obscuring the expression there. However, she could see the furrowing of his brow as he looked at her. He was concerned for her, and Lucy felt her ire slip away some more along with the embarrassment of being caught after a tantrum, which she was sure he had witnessed.

"What's wrong, pet?" he asked, stepping closer to her. He noticed her watery eyes, and he knew that had nothing to do with the wind. As for the violent fit he had just bore witness to... he couldn't really find it in him to be disturbed by it. He always knew Lucy had a temper, and she was passionate, the two when mixed together could result in quite some feral violence. He'd always known Lucy was capable of it, he sensed it in her, and it didn't frighten him. If anything, it made him love her the more, because it made her propensity to love that much more precious. If she could tame the maelstroms inside her, she was perfect for him.

"I've just been very stressed," Lucy exhaled, turning away from him. It made her heart ache to feel that she could not share things with him. She wished she could tell him, share her troubles, but she couldn't tell him about Minerva's preference. Minerva only ever trusted that part of herself to her sisters and Ruby. They were the only ones who knew and it was not Lucy's place to out her. Minerva wasn't ready. Perhaps she never would be.

"You could trust me, Lucy. I wouldn't ever do anything to intentionally hurt you," he said, moving so he stood beside her. He understood her reticence to share with him. In a way, it made him hurt to know she couldn't really trust him because of who he was and perhaps that was wisdom on her part.

Lucy smiled wryly. "Very astute of you, throwing in the word intentionally," Lucy commented dryly as she stared at the sea, glad for the opportunity to steer away the conversation.

"I'd break my word, if I promised to never hurt you. I'm sure I will at some point, I am not an easy man to deal with," he stated dryly, loathing having to admit it to her, for fear that she would run from him. However, she did say to him that she knew the man that he was, and he was convinced every time he saw her that she could see more and more through him; she still felt something for him, so he felt admitting it wouldn't make her run.

"I know what you meant, I'm of course teasing. I'm not quite sure what it is about love, that makes us hurt the ones we love, even if it is never our intention," Lucy said with a frown as thought about Minerva while staring unseeingly at the slamming waves. The way Minerva had hurt Ruby, the way she had hurt herself in the process of ending their relationship because father had forbidden her to see Ruby anymore. She recalled the pained look in Minerva's eyes when Trista had told her she had betrayed them all. Trista had hurt Minerva with those words, Lucy had seen the pain flash through her eyes, but she was sure it was not what Trista had wanted. They were just worried for her. Ruby, the way she dealt with her own pain, Lucy was sure it caused Minerva extreme heartache.

Lucy got to her feet and wiped the sand off her bottom and pants. She picked up the earphones and shut off her mp3 player that was still blaring music which was surprisingly almost overwhelmed by the sound of the waves. Stuffing them into her pocket, she turned to Mr. Gold and looked up into his eyes, and studied his face. Tenderly, she reached out and brushed hairs from his face and attempted to tuck them behind his ears, her fingers briefly ghosting over his skin. His eyes were locked on her face, watching her intently.

When she had done all she could, her eyes returned to his and she smiled even though her heart ached. She wanted nothing more than to feel his lips again, to share another earth-shattering kiss with him, but now was not the time. "Just don't hurt me by giving up on us," Lucy whispered as her eyes held onto his dark-brown ones unyieldingly.

Mr. Gold felt his heart thud slowly, but like a hammer against his chest. The thuds were loud, and hard, almost as though his heart were about to leap out his chest and at Lucy, it's savior. "Only if you don't," he replied quietly.

"I could never," she said simply giving him a look filled with her yearning and desperation for him, before turning to walk away. It was getting late, and she needed to get home. Her encounter with Mr. Gold and her time on the beach, had pacified her spirits some. It wasn't completely satisfying but for now, it would simply have to do.

XX

"Lucy! What are you doing here?" Ruby asked as Lucy walked into the diner the following day, approaching the counter. Lucy didn't say anything as she merely plopped down in front of Ruby. Ruby, seeming to note the mood Lucy was in, toned down her delight and furrowed her brow slightly. "What's wrong?"

Lucy shook her head at this. Normally, she would have said something to Ruby as she trusted the older girl and loved her like a sister. However, she didn't see the point in hurting or alarming Ruby at this point. Mentioning the fact that she was currently not speaking to Minerva and vice versa wasn't on the agenda for today. "I just came by to ask how my baby is doing," Lucy commented with a shrug of her shoulders and a sigh. She rather missed her guitar, now would be a perfect time to have it.

"Oh, well it's fine of course. Although, I'm not sure why you need me to keep it, why don't you just sell it? It's not like you're using it," Ruby commented. Lucy merely gave Ruby a look that told her that was not up for discussion, causing Ruby to roll her eyes. "Well while you're here can I get you anything?"

"Fries and a shake?" Lucy smiled. She wasn't sure why, but it had become one of her comfort foods. Ruby flashed a scarlet-red smile.

"Fries and a shake, coming right up," Ruby said, walking away. Lucy merely shook her head as she swiveled around for a moment and looked around the diner, which was not as empty as Lucy had expected it to be. Today, for some reason Lucy couldn't quite fathom, the diner also seemed particularly dimly lit. However, just then as she swiveled some more, her eyes landed on the stranger she had seen the previous day. "Don't you think our mysterious visitor is hot?" Ruby whispered suddenly, causing Lucy to turn back and face her.

She watched as Ruby eyed the visitor with a lascivious smile and hungry eyes. Lucy merely shook her head. "Sure if you go for that look," she muttered under her breath, causing Ruby to turn her dark eyes to her.

"Sometimes you make me wonder, girl," Ruby said, shaking her head. "Anyway, he's staying at the Inn. He's a writer you know? That's what he's lugging around in that box of his. I noticed it this morning when I turned down his room."

At this bit of information, Lucy was genuinely intrigued. She'd always liked to read books, and she wondered if the stranger was a novelist, or a journalist, and if he was the former, what kind of books he wrote and if he'd had anything published. However, she shoved these thoughts from her mind thinking that she really shouldn't care about the man at all. A sudden clap of thunder made Ruby jump and Lucy smirked in amusement.

"Luce, why'd you come to the diner when it's gonna rain cats and dogs? If it were up to me, I would have stayed curled up in bed," Ruby said with a groan as she walked away to clean after a few customers who were leaving.

"I wanted to get out of the house," Lucy replied with a nonchalant shrug as she turned and watched Ruby work. Really, she needed to get out of the house, the tension between all her sisters was a bit much. While Elaine and Adelaide were content to remain neutral about the subject arisen the previous afternoon, Trista and Lucy were not quite on good terms with Minerva who had the support of Daphne and Marina. "It gets boring being cooped un in there all day."

Ruby had just finished cleaning off the rubbish and wiping down the table when her order was up. Walking back and dumping the garbage away and getting rid of the towel, Ruby waltzed over to grab Lucys plate and placed it before her before going to get her milkshake. Lucy started to stuff her face with fries at that moment, dipping them in the ketchup she'd put on the plate, when Ruby got back. "So, anymore gossip you want to share with me?" Lucy asked cheekily, reaching for her shake and drinking it. She knew Ruby liked to gossip and Lucy found she was a good source for the happenings of Storybrooke.

"Hmmm," Ruby hummed as she considered. "Other than our heroic new Sheriff saving some kids from the foster system and reuniting them with their father, there's not much else I'm afraid."

Lucy raised a brow at this, setting down her half-empty shake glass. "Wait, you're going to have to spill on that one, that's one I haven't heard," Lucy commented, causing Ruby to grin widely, leaning on the counter and going into story mode. Lucy listened, becoming more and more impressed with their Sheriff as the story unfolded. By the time Ruby finished, the downpour had already started outside, beating rather heavily and Lucy had finished her fries and shake. "Hmm... so our Sheriff saves people from burning buildings and children from foster care. What can't our heroine do?"

"You forgot saves people from mine shafts and stands up to the town devil, if she played for my team I'd totally hit that," Ruby added with a smile to Lucy's dry writ and seemingly unable to throw in some of her own sense of wit.

Lucy got to her feet and dug in her jacket for money to pay for her shake and fries, leaving a generous tip for Ruby as well. Part of her statement had caused Lucy's heart to clench. She knew to whom Ruby was referring to, and she knew Ruby had her reasons for calling him that. Most of Storybrooke did, he was the town devil to them. However, it pained her to know that her love for him would be seen as a betrayal to those she loved and held dearly.

Frowning momentarily, she realized that for this reason Trista was angry at Minerva and in a way Lucy was too. It was almost be hypocritical of her. However, Lucy felt there was a very distinct difference. Minerva didn't love the Mayor, Lucy loved Mr. Gold with an intensity that was at times painful. Besides, that wasn't really the reason she was angry at Minerva. She wasn't even really angry anymore; it was that she couldn't shake off the worry she felt for her, and the frustration she felt at Minerva not being with Ruby as she should be.

"I'll see you, Ruby," Lucy said.

"Why don't you stay a while longer, wait for the rain to let up," Ruby said, motioning towards the window. The rain was still coming down rather hard. Ruby hoped she could coax her younger friend into staying, noting the sudden change in Lucy's mood and feeling she had said something to upset her.

"I'm not afraid of a little rain and gusting winds," Lucy said with a playful sneer. "I'll see you." Lucy turned and walked away, heading to the door. As she did, she passed up the stranger sitting in the booth. She really couldn't help turning to him. "Hey stranger-danger," she called as she passed him up, causing him to look up at her. He cocked his head to the side.

"Fedora-girl," he stated coolly, not in the least amused by the epithet she used for him.

"I told you the storm would hit today," she told him with a smug smirk, before turning and striding out of the diner and into the pouring rain, which was almost icy. But that didn't bother Lucy. It was just a bit of water after all, and she always rather felt that was her element.

XX

"You haven't been getting into trouble, of late."

Andrina didn't turn to look behind her as she held onto the column, leaning her head against it and looked down below. Adella was flirting with one of the guards, distracting him from his work and making his seahorse overly excited. "Ariel was the trouble maker, she somehow managed to always drag me along. But she's gone now so..."

"We all miss her, Andrina. You're the only one that is moping around. You know if you miss her so, daddy can arrange for you to visit her," Attina commented dryly, swimming over to her sister. Andrina didn't say anything in response to this. She wasn't sure what Attina's problem was of late, maybe it very much bothered her that their youngest sister had gotten married first and she was becoming an old maid.

However, Andrina knew what her own problem was and it wasn't that she missed Ariel, which of course she did. After all Ariel was her sister, but she had another problem. "I have absolutely no desire to be human, they can be such weak creatures. I like swimming where I please, I love home," Andrina replied morosely. "I've just been thinking."

"Of?" Attina inquired curiously, losing her snappish tone, as she floated over so that she was next to her sister.

"What if Ariel's prince hadn't managed to kill Ursula?" Andrina said, turning to look at her sister's brown eyes as her own brows drew together in a frown. "We were all so close to coming to destruction, and... what would have our lives meant, what would we have to show? I just feel so empty. I feel like when mother died, she left this hole nothing has ever filled and... I feel as though I have been dead inside and now there is just this ache inside me, a longing for something more and I don't know what it is."

"Andrina, mother's part of the sea, she's in the water," Attina said softly, causing Andrina to turn and look at her. She furrowed her brow as she stared at her sister, whose dark brown hair was held in a tight bun and seemed to be eclipsed by the pronged-crown she wore. Attina flashed her a soft, warm smile. "When I feel lost and most alone, I just close my eyes and let it wash over me. And I can feel her... feel her love and I don't feel so alone anymore."

Lucy turned away from Attina at this. She knew that her sister was only trying to help, when a merman or mermaid passed, they became sea foam and so to part of the sea. However, this didn't comfort Lucy if anything it made her feel worse. "I don't feel her," Lucy commented sadly. "Maybe because I didn't get to know her as long as you, and I need more." Lucy said, swimming away, wanting to be away.

TBC...

A/n: So I've been without internet for all of a week. We had it unexpectedly reactivated today... it was a bit of a hassle. But now I can update! :D

Been meaning to say thanks to those people who take the time to review with a bit of frequency: .Princess, DarkFoxPriestess, Ravenclaw992, -sparrow, thablueGRRL, Rock The Rain. I know it's not always easy to submit a review, and I just wanted to thank you and let you all know it is very much appreciated.

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