For a shy person like me, I’ve never had a lot of friends. But the people close to me means more than anything that words could possibly describe. I love them deeply and I make sure that they feel it. I put my soul into those relationships and those people that make me feel safe. That’s why it hurts so much once they’re gone.
They weren’t just a friend or someone you pass by sometimes, they were a part of me, my soul.
Suddenly, I start thinking of my mother and her warm hugs, her positive support, and calm voice. I need her. I need to cry into her arms just as I did when I was a child. I need to feel the way her warmth would surround my body and the way her soft whispers would make me feel better in an instant. I want to feel her soft palms rubbing my upper arms and for her to tell me that everything will be okay.
“Have you ever met a mermaid before?”
“No I haven’t.” I confess.
“Then we’ll add that to our bucketlist!”
Was I about to meet mermaids? After so many years of wondering about them? It felt unreal, and finally, a sliver of hope and joy spread through me.
Us creatures always wonder so much about the others, what kind of powers they may hold or what there is to learn. Could a witch learn a fairy to bring out our inner magic or do we simply not hold any?
What mysteries are there to solve that we have no clue of? Are there any old tomes that all of us simply forgot about? Has there been information that our ancestors kept a secret? What more is there that we will never know about? My questions were endless.
“I have a mermaid friend, actually.” She tells me.
“You do?” Shock enters me at her sudden confession.
“Yes! But we’ve only met a few times.”
“Does she have any powers?”
“No.”
“Does she have any secret talents?”
“She probably designed that hair brush in your bag.”
“She did?” I say, immediately placing it in my hand to look closer at the shimmering pearls and seashells.
The brush is light brown. The back holds two big seashells, around them are white and blue pearls placed in different sizes. It looks magical, almost like it was taken out of a portal to a different realm.
“Yes.” She smiles, her smile so bright it would easily light up a dark forest at night.
Her violet dress flows around her legs with each step, her hips swinging from side to side as she moves forward. Suddenly I notice a man staring at her in awe. He looks at her almost likeshe just solved all of his problems by simply just walking past him.
“Who’s that?” I say, pointing with my finger, yet trying to be discrete.
“I- I actually have no idea, I don’t recognize him.”
His hair was in a tone of golden blonde, his eyes being honey colored, and his charming smirk being on such display.
“Hi.” A male voice speaks, and suddenly he’s standing right beside us.
Both of us being stupidly shy, we take the hand of one another and stand shoulder to shoulder.
“H... Hi.” Illysia speaks, her cheeks turning red as she looks into his eyes.
She definitely thinks he’s handsome.
“I was wondering-”
“We have to go, right Genevieve?” She looks at me, an awkward smile appearing on her face as she drags me with her. Her body is stiff with every step she takes.
Walking behind a corner of an old building, I can see him dragging his hand through his hair, standing there and feeling dumb before I disappear behind the building as well.
