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["Stop."]

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["What's wrong?"]

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[You're too close...]

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10 months and 24 days.

The rock pools warmed in the summer sun, each of them as special to the sea-creatures within them as a pocket of air would be to us under foam-laced waves.

He was too close to her.

Too close...

How long has it been since she met him? She can't even recall. She doesn't even believe there was a time in her life that she didn't know him. She felt so many things. All of them forbiden. Dangerous.

His eyes were scaring her.

Νot the look. Not the glare.

But just the way that he looks at her. The way he loves her.

Does he?

She doesn't even know what love really is. She's never heard of it until she met him.

Today they didn't really talk. She's only been inside the rock pool with him for about an hour. He trusted her by now. And she trusted him too.

She can't believe there was a time when they didn't trust each other. A time that she was afraid of him. Now she has all those feelings. So many emotions unable to be expresed.

So many things she wants him to do. She is so curious. This is all so new to her. She wants to feel things she's never felt before. She wants to experiment, to explore.

She is in the rock pools with him. She is in the land. She is exposed.

She doesn't care.

He is in the water. She could easily drug him down.

He doesn't care.

She in laying in the sand next to him. He can kill her at anytime he wants.

She doesn't care.

They are swimming far from the sore. The waters are so deep and his feet can't reach the bottom.

He doesn't care.

He doesn't feel threatened by her anymore. On the contrary, all he can think about is how bad he wants her.

What is he thinking?

He doesn't speak.

But oh the things his eyes are telling her. The things she wishes to hear. Is it just her imagination? Is she so naive to believe a human could ever possibly feel those things for someone like her?

Are they being fools or are they just in love?

Or is there no difference at all...

"Does it hurt?" she asked him one day.

"What?"

"Love...does it hurt?"

Her eyes have a child's innocense in them. Like she was so thirsty for knowledge. So hungry to discover new things from his world.

"They say it's the most painfull feeling in the world." he simply replied.

"Oh."

It almost felt like a strike in her heart.

Why does it hurt so much? Why does she like this pain? Why does she not want to stop?

If love hurts so much, why do humans look for it and value it so much? Why are they searching for something that will only mess their lives up? Why are humans so foolish?

"But it's also the sweetest pain." He continued. "And when you start feeling it, you don't want it to stop."

She doesn't want it to stop...

"You try so hard to deny it."

It's just her imagination, it's not true...

"But nothing in this world is more uncontrolable. Not even the wild tides. Not even the untamable wind."

They have to stop or they'll get in trouble.

"You start wondering why this is happening to you."

How can they be so foolish?

"You feel things you've never felt before in your life."

Why is her heart beating so fast?

"Almost like drowning in your own thoughts."

She cannot breathe.

"And nothing else matters to you. Only that person."

Why did he get into her life?

"And all you want is to be with them..."

"Hiccup..."

She stoped when she felt his breath against her skin.

They were too close.

Too close to resist.

How can they act so foolish?

They are in love.

They are in pain.

Lovers are destined to be in pain.

The hearts of two lovers bleed for one another. That's why it's a sin. You're killing yourself by loving someone so hard. Even more than you love yourself. Even more that you love your own life. Nothing else in the world maters. As long as you're together.

In life or death. * It doesnt even matter.

There is not even a difference. *

For there is a emptiness in the freedom of being alone and a liberty in being caught in that divine spell. And so when she sees in his eyes the feelings of her own heart, they become one... and if that isn't magic then she cannot say what is.

Perhaps that is why they say love is such magic, this gift from the universe, this sweet addiction to the man she was born to find. For with her twin soul, the only other born in the same flame as her, they are able to bathe one other in warmth and light as easily as they can breathe, immune and oblivious to darkness.

Hiccup's mind was driving wild.

If only he could reach her. If only he could touch her. If only he could feel her.

If only she would let him show her the things he feels. If only she'd let him in.

A single tear was about to escape her eyes.

This was wrong. It was so wrong. It was crazy!

A Human with a Mermaid?

How can two mortal enemies turn into...lovers?

Can the two sides unite?

Can two elements unite without breaking one another?

Can two bodies become one?

But how?

They are supposed to be in War! They are supposed to hate eachother.

The opposite of hate is love.

If hate is ice, then love is warmth and tolerance is a cold neutral. If you want to melt ice, be warm. If you want to combat hate then love with a passion. Instead of "blindness" show others how to see beauty in whom they fear. Show them how to make the loving bonds of true and lasting friendship.

Is that what they are supposed to do? What they are meant to do?

Are they brought together for a reason? Is it fate?

Isn't it funny, that if Hiccup had made a different decision he wouldn't be here now? If he had chosen another path, his fate would've been written in different ink. Because if he was sat here in a different universe, without her by his side, he would have never become complete.

Hiccup moves his head closer to her. She sits frozen, from both fear and excitement. She leans in, so her forehead rests against his.

They close their eyes.

Both their breaths are shaking.

What happens next?

What happens now?

They are too close.

He can almost feel her.

He is almost there.

He can almost...

"Thank you." she says in barely more than a whisper.

Then she backs away.

"For what?" He replies, his voice low and husky.

"For being you." Her voice wavers, exhilarated from the tension between them.

She backed away...

And then she left.

Leaving him there, with his heart shatered into a million pieces.

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[...too close...but you left.]

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Yes. They didn't kiss. I know. Be patient.