Despite the punishment I may get for this, I just need to see if he's here again. I want to hear his music; even if this is the last time I can hear it. It's only a few seconds. It always is. No harm in that.
Right?
My hands grasp onto the shore, then pull my entire body, five-foot mermaid tail included, onto shore in one gentle tug. A large rock blocks my view of what I can only assume is the young boy, as I can hear the familiar sounds of an acoustic guitar somewhere on the beach. I pull myself forward just a few feet more, and push my upper body upwards, just so that my face can peer over the rock.
Maybe just a few more seconds than normal wouldn't hurt.The elf, the gorgeous male that has played the guitar by the shore for the past two weeks is only twenty feet away, playing his guitar with ease, not appearing to think about each chord he plays; he seems to be in a trance as he plays his stringed instrument. His green eyes stand out from his stark-black hair, pale skin, and gray t-shirt. He closes his eyes tightly as he strums harder on the guitar, his face contorted with emotion. He does this for a few moments before softening the strumming, and opening his eyes again.
It is the most beautiful thing I have ever heard.
I quickly flatten my body against the sand so that his view of me is blocked by the large, barnacle-encrusted rock. My chest pounds against the sand granules beneath me, sticking to my stomach and chest as I breathe deeply.
Silence pierces the air, not a single chirp nor tweet is heard on the entire beach.
I can hear a crunching sound. Then another. And then another. They slowly become faster. My heart beats loudly enough that it is the only sound I can hear. Then they stop. Again, silence is all I can hear.
I lift my head so I can glance upwards, and there is the boy, wide-eyed and messy hair framing his perfect face.
"Won't your tail dry out up here?" he asks casually, kneeling down onto the rock in front of me. His jeans are now caked in sand, and his large, pointed ears perking upward in curiosity.
Nodding, I blush from cheek to tail, my tail quite literally morphing from it's usual blue-green into a pinkish color. "I'm usually not up here this long."
"I know."
Now my cheeks and face begin turning tomato red, and I look downward towards the sand. I gently slap my tail against the sand; a nervous habit.
He chuckles softly, then says "I've seen you here a few times, that's why I keep playing."
He played the music... for me?
He lifts my chin up with his right hand, and smirks. The warmth of his fingers against my skin is burning hot, yet comforting all the same. "Let me help you," he says.
He reaches his arms underneath my stomach and my tail base, and lifts my off the sand, the burning comfort only growing warmer. My blush has been replaced by a nervousness, causing my tail to fade into a pale purple. He places me gently down into the water, and brushes the sand off his shirt.
"Will I see you again?" he asks. His strong, masculine build stands calmly on the beach, an odd contrast the the scrawny mermen I am used to. A good contrast.
"I-"
"Felicia!" someone shouts in the distance.
Oh no. Father; He knows I'm here.
"I have to leave," I respond quickly, before rotating my body and swimming deeper into the ocean. So many emotions rush through me all at once: nervousness, excitement, regret. Regret I never gave him a straight answer, or even my name.
I can hear him shout something, but he is too far from me now for me to understand what he is saying.
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