“Just breath.” I heard the familiar voice say in my mind. At this point though, I wasn't sure if it
was my own, or if it was hers. My breath was sharp, cutting through the air as I ran across the water.
My chest was tight as my wild, red hair whipped around, blocking my sight from time to time. It didn't
matter though. I didn't need to see with my eyes. I could feel her with my heart.
“Just breath.” I heard her say again. This time I was sure it was her. I let out a frustrated scream
as I kept running across the water's rippling surface. Two years ago, I wouldn't even think this action
was possible. Everything changed when I got the mirror.
The mirror. It was one that was delicately crafted showing two mermaids. One reaching
downward, the other reaching up. The two would swim in endless circles in my dreams, trying to
reach each other. I had received it for my thirteenth birthday. After looking into it one night, I saw the
truth behind my life, and the story revealed itself. Our story.
The voice in my head had gone quiet for far too long. A panic ran through me, faster than my
current running speed. Salty tears burned my eyes as they ran down my cheeks. It was hard to breath
without her.
“Just breath!” I screamed to the top of my lungs that were on fire from all my running. I quickly
wiped my tears away with one hand, never stopping from running. Suddenly, there was a figure far into
the distance. My calves ached and burned, mocking me and daring me to try running just a little longer.
I had to though. She needed me.
As I got closer a heaviness lifted from my heart. The figure went from a shadow on the water's
surface, to a girl who looked like me.
“We're the same.” Her words rang true in my memory still. The girl in the mirror.
Her tail was gone, but she still looked the same. She laid still on the water, as if she were as
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A Final Goodbye
Short StoryIt started with mirrors received on their thirteenth birthdays, and now it looks like their story is coming to an end. This was a story I had started to write when I was younger, but I never got around to finishing it. My grandma had brought up how...