Fantasies That Became True (mlm)

Real Myths

artist: unknown, sorry!

Another one of those balmy summer evenings has arrived. Those where the afternoon was calm and tranquil. With less people meandering around the city.

Reggie's favourite part of the day was always these types of evenings, as it was the one time when the city's residents felt secure staying away from the beach. These sailors have caused them all to be concerned for no reason, despite the fact that they profess not to believe such absurd claims.

With their beliefs, these people truly threw Reggie's mind all over the place. But he made it a point to shove all that rubbish to the recesses of his head.

Afternoons like these were always the same, yet they were always the best. There are fewer people and there is less noise. It felt so good to be able to roam about without being obstructed when attempting to carry his groceries home. It was a straightforward task that needed to stay that way. But it was a difficult task when people constantly got in his way.

At the moment, the work was effortless for him. He didn't even have to take his time because it was so simple, but he did. He relished the solitude of the warm July afternoon. It was the only time he could truly appreciate the city's beauty and natural surroundings.

Such as it's beach. The shoreline had always managed to steal Reggies interest, and it always worked. It seemed as if the waves crashing against each other were a signal to get him closer. There was something about the beach, particularly the region where there were fewer people, also termed as the 'mermaids zone' by the sailors. Reggie's only motivation for hanging out in that one location is because no one else does.

It's always been Reggie, and he likes it. He wants to keep it that way.

On some days, he simply sits on the beach's sand and gazes out at the setting sun. Sometimes he sits beneath a small cliff he discovered to shelter himself from the small water droplets that may fall on him during a rainstorm. And some days he goes for a quiet swim every now and again, and that's exactly what he did this afternoon.

The content that encased most of his body sat under that small cliff while the oceans water supplanted his clothes instead. The ocean provided a far more pleasant sensation than his garments, as it was much milder. The water was cold against his skin, and the summer wind whipped over his unruly brown hair until he chose to wet it in the salted water which always felt amazing.

No matter how many times he dipped his face in the water, the sensation grew stronger with each dip. Reggie could never get himself to stop — it was too pleasurable. He'd try to keep count of how many times he'd done it, but he'd lose track every time.

Coming back up to the surface to feel nothing but the warmth of the wind hit his face felt just as good. So he did it again...and again...and again. Till he got tired of doing it, but he never did. But remembering he has things to do once he gets home, he couldn't stay here forever. So this time, will be his last for the day.

Taking a deep breath, while his legs and arms influenced around in the water to stop himself from capsizing, he plunged his head in once again. It felt the same as it had all the other times, but it was still heavenly. There was, however, something peculiar. Like a new sensation. It was as though he was accompanied by someone else.

Reggie's eyes had been sealed the entire time, so if he just opened them, he would know if he was alone or not. Which he did right away as he felt something creeping around his exposed legs. It was soft and slimy, which bothered him a little. That is, until he noticed what he was looking at.

It was...a boy. One with whiteish hair that had a grey tint to it, and nebula eyes that reminded him of space almost instantly. Reggie couldn't help but stare into them, and despite the fact that the salted water had blurred his vision, he could still make out his sparkling orbs. They were the only things that kept him from looking elsewhere, but the strange sensation on his legs persisted, and he needed to look.