Dream Knives Glitter
Chapter 3: Torture
The girl who was of water—the "Pet" was unhappy. Her beautiful man didn't see who she was, didn't understand. Still, she was exhilarated to just be in his presence. She thought of her sisters, sometimes, but their memory faded in comparison to his smile. She was with him always, even (oh fateful day) when he met the golden one again on a busy market street and, kneeling in the gutter, professed his undying love for her.
The water child watched in horror, as she replied (in the voice, not half as sweet as "Pet" knew hers had been) that she loved him too, with all her heart, now and forever. The former mergirl stood there, watching them kiss, and the peasants cheer, and feeling that the pain in her feet wasn't half as bad as the dull ache that pounded through her entire body at just seeing them together.
She watched the two happy humans, and thought of her father and sisters and swimming and singing and everything she had given up. All for him. And she saw him there, with her, that girl who he thought had saved him, what she alone had done. She watched them, and could not do anything, could not say anything, could only watch. And in that moment, she felt her all too human heart break. (Oh, you think that she deserved what she got for being so thoughtless? Children, so carefree and heartless. I'll say it again, you have never been in love.)
The man and the golden one decided that they were so in love they must get married that very day. The girl with the broken heart had to smile and dress in a beautiful sea green gown that reminded her of her past, her mistakes (as if she needed to be reminded) and how is was all for him. At the wedding she danced for everyone, her gown twirling and swirling like the sea itself. Her dancing was airy and light, like angels of the sea, like no human could ever manage.
Her feet and ankles, and entire legs were shot through with pain the entire time that was like being stabbed with a knife over and over. But the girl with the broken heart barely noticed them. And then, when the man pulled her aside and patted her on the head, for the first time in her life, she cried.Actual salty tears. (Mermaids can't cry, but the girl was all too human now, and you, my young friends, are finally starting to listen properly.)
A/N- Well, I think there's only enough story left for one more chapter. This has been wicked fun.
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