Note To All Readers: Jade's perspective. A bit angsty. I will be moving
perspectives often. And keep in mind, I'm not a very good writer, or very
creative, so you're stuck with what you get!
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Married. My wonderful, handsome Pin is a human and about to marry another! And despite it all, my little froggy heart will never let me deny my love for him. Oh, me. I should've listened to that old tree frog when she told me he was trouble. I should've.
How I relish those days, when he was with me, teaching me so many grand things. How happy I was when he called me his wife, named me his beautiful, green Jade. So many wonderfully happy days now filled with sorrow, and a frog should never be sad for long! A frog. I haven't been a frog since the day I met Pin. I can't even be fawg. I'm nothing, without Pin to define me, but Jade.
Our mating hole, the well, and a little further, the palace. My husband and his soon-to-be wife sleep there. His wife! He sent me his love. Did he send all of it? Feels so meager. Am I to keep his love, far away from him and his life? These cursed tears! Merely another indication of how out of place I am. A frog that cries is not a frog. A fawg can cry because it is part human. They all have so much of him in them, especially my little Jimmy. My little froglets. Our froglets. He doesn't know of Gracie; she would've loved to meet him.
Pin, oh Pin. How can I live without my husband? Soon, my children will leave me to have families of their own and spread the knowledge you taught them. What will happen once they leave? I will be alone again, without even the comfort that you still love me, remember me. My children love me because you taught them how, and I love them because you taught me. I also love you, can never stop loving you. It will consume and destroy me. I still love you because you never taught me how to forget.
In the distance, I hear a familiar song. It sounds just like the one Pin. always. sang. Leaping from the stone wall, I went in search of the singer. It had to be my Pin, my Pin the Human. There! Mere feet away, a man is crouched low, crooning his melody. I'm so happy to see him, but then I realize what it is he does. Crouched down with his head thrown back, he sang a mating call, and there, looking on in fascinated rapture, was the woman he sought to marry.
I remember her. I once thought she intended to eat my Jimmy. Pin must've realized her true intent. Her song, which was horrible to my froggy ears, had enraptured him calling it, and her, pretty. Did he wake next to me, his froggy wife, and wish for his humanity each morning? And soft thighs. Yes, the human mating ritual. I'd heard tales. Touching my belly, I recall how tightly he held on to me those few days. So overwrought with pain and jealousy of his princess, I let out a loud cry. He heard me, I know, but I don't care! His head whipped around and his gaze fell on me.
"Jade?"
The girl was surprised at his abrupt halting. But then again, I really didn't care. I was so incredibly angry with him, the Prince, my Pin. I was meant to be happy! Not angry or sad! Not jealous! Screaming, I did the very most absurd thing. I jumped on him. Of course, a mere frog couldn't hurt any human, but I did try! Limbs too exhausted to carry on; I leapt away and back to my life without Pin.
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Married. My wonderful, handsome Pin is a human and about to marry another! And despite it all, my little froggy heart will never let me deny my love for him. Oh, me. I should've listened to that old tree frog when she told me he was trouble. I should've.
How I relish those days, when he was with me, teaching me so many grand things. How happy I was when he called me his wife, named me his beautiful, green Jade. So many wonderfully happy days now filled with sorrow, and a frog should never be sad for long! A frog. I haven't been a frog since the day I met Pin. I can't even be fawg. I'm nothing, without Pin to define me, but Jade.
Our mating hole, the well, and a little further, the palace. My husband and his soon-to-be wife sleep there. His wife! He sent me his love. Did he send all of it? Feels so meager. Am I to keep his love, far away from him and his life? These cursed tears! Merely another indication of how out of place I am. A frog that cries is not a frog. A fawg can cry because it is part human. They all have so much of him in them, especially my little Jimmy. My little froglets. Our froglets. He doesn't know of Gracie; she would've loved to meet him.
Pin, oh Pin. How can I live without my husband? Soon, my children will leave me to have families of their own and spread the knowledge you taught them. What will happen once they leave? I will be alone again, without even the comfort that you still love me, remember me. My children love me because you taught them how, and I love them because you taught me. I also love you, can never stop loving you. It will consume and destroy me. I still love you because you never taught me how to forget.
In the distance, I hear a familiar song. It sounds just like the one Pin. always. sang. Leaping from the stone wall, I went in search of the singer. It had to be my Pin, my Pin the Human. There! Mere feet away, a man is crouched low, crooning his melody. I'm so happy to see him, but then I realize what it is he does. Crouched down with his head thrown back, he sang a mating call, and there, looking on in fascinated rapture, was the woman he sought to marry.
I remember her. I once thought she intended to eat my Jimmy. Pin must've realized her true intent. Her song, which was horrible to my froggy ears, had enraptured him calling it, and her, pretty. Did he wake next to me, his froggy wife, and wish for his humanity each morning? And soft thighs. Yes, the human mating ritual. I'd heard tales. Touching my belly, I recall how tightly he held on to me those few days. So overwrought with pain and jealousy of his princess, I let out a loud cry. He heard me, I know, but I don't care! His head whipped around and his gaze fell on me.
"Jade?"
The girl was surprised at his abrupt halting. But then again, I really didn't care. I was so incredibly angry with him, the Prince, my Pin. I was meant to be happy! Not angry or sad! Not jealous! Screaming, I did the very most absurd thing. I jumped on him. Of course, a mere frog couldn't hurt any human, but I did try! Limbs too exhausted to carry on; I leapt away and back to my life without Pin.