The only thing worse about telling your prince how you feel and rejecting you is –
never telling him at all.
Never knowing.
Never even having a chance at true love.

Ariel cries, the salty water of her tears mixes with the sea.
Ariel swims away, a few spurts of foam jumping up against the dawn.

She stays there, and a crack of envy makes another fragment of her heart fall.
Eyes on the ocean – but she doesn't see it.

Ariel was brave enough to try and go to her prince.

That night, at the tavern, she wasn't.

No second chances.