The Curse

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Schlatt's POV

He has probably the longest lashes that I've ever seen on a man. Longer than my own, and from what everyone has told me, that says something. Girls are usually really jealous of my eyes and my eyelashes, some said mine was longer than his. But as he slept on the gentle sway on the boat, his eyes were fluttered closed so perfectly, his head was hung at an angle, and he was all wrapped up in the tarp. He didn't have any clothing to wrap around him, because he ripped the only comfortable clothing that I had, that wasn't on my body. And it's cold, I'm sorry but I'm not going shirtless or mostly nude for the boy. He has a tarp, I don't.

My phone sits heavily in my back pocket, as I recollect everything that's really.. happened. O found a mermaid, I befriended him, and now he's asleep in my boat, nude, as a human? he was so small and fragile, and beautiful.. looking at him makes me think, why don't I like women? But I like email attributes on a man? I mean, it might just be the social standards around women, but I never really got... excited by women. Nothing they had excited me. But never had I creamed so fast when I saw a pre op trans woman on an.. adult video. I had tried for years to like women.. years, yet I just can't. I thought for the longest time that something was actually wrong with me. I went to the church, I had many confessional, many baptisms, but nothing had ever changed. It's wrong, but I also am starting to think that maybe God wants this, maybe God wants me to feel this way. I've tried to change it, but he persists.

I reach back, after locking the fishing rod into its holder, and my cold hands type in slowmotion on the screen. The windchill wasn't helping at all, but the sun was on the horizon, so I would be going home soon anyways.

I pull up Minx's contact information, and u look into her profile picture. I hadn't changed it, because I'm not really active on my phone. At least, not as much as I was. I used to post every day on my instagram, and I haven't in over a year. Her profile picture I remember the moment very perfectly. It was out first kiss, sitting on the beach at the cliffs up north. It was a rare clear sunset, and it seemed almost to perfect, at least to her. It felt so real to me to be with her, but I got platonic and lustful/romantic relatio ships mixed upw with how I felt for her. It was after that day that whatever we had spiraled out of control. Yet she still sleeps on me without a top night's she's over. I'm worried I keep leading her on, despite her telling me that she doesn't feel that towards me.

I press the call button, and I bring it up to my ear. It was quiet, but it was long, repetitive and it rung for a few times.

"You fucking asshole you just fucking left why did you fucking do that."

"I'm sorry-"

I hear her giggle, and she supposedly sunk into water. I heard the water movement, I guess I called her while she was in the bath. Gross.

"Should I just call when you're don-" I lowered the phone but stopped when I heard her scream out all sadly.

"No.. Don't, Come on we haven't talked like, all day. Come on, why'd you go out and do something that you never want to do."

"I mean, it's not that I don't want to do it."

I look back at William, his body was glowing from the sunset. I melted, at least my face dud. My lips curled into a smile, and I felt my face heat. He was perfect. Literally perfect in every way. It was kind of like.. it was too good to be true. That's not true, yeah? Usually those things don't happen in real life.

I stumble over. and sit next to the boy, but really didn't expect him to fall over, and lay against my chest. I took a sharp breath in, and stiffened my body. He was on me. He was sleeping on my chest. I felt my heart rate speed up, and he could probably hear it. I had to move, but he kept getting closer, probably because I was warmer than the tarp.

'Minx I think I found him..'

"Him? Who's hi- YOU FIND A BOYFRIEND?"

'Can you not? Yeah.. I think.. I found the one.. I-I don't know.. but he's.. really pretty..'

"Aweeee.. what's his name.. send me a photo! Pleaseee.."

'God you're so fucking nosy.. Let me get him dressed..'

I set the phone down, and I turn to Wilbur. He was so heavily sleeping and beautiful, that I was scared I would wake him up.. Minx gasped and started to fucking squeel. If I didn't wake him, she would.

"OMG WHY HE HE UNDRESSED??"

I just rolled my eyes, removing my shirt to put it on him.. he was cute, really.. I laid myself back, and laid him back down over my chest. An arm wrapped around me, and I swear that he left a trail of butterflies across my belly. Shakily I took a photo of him over me, but I paused.. It didn't look normal, so I tried to take anotehr.. and another.. But they were all the same.. It was poor quality.. like I was taking a photo of something reeking of radiation.

Huh. Odd.

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𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑙𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 ℎ𝑢𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙.
𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑢𝑑𝑔𝑒, 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘,
𝑌𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑔𝑜 𝑏𝑦, 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠' 𝑠𝑎𝑘𝑒.

𝑀𝑒𝑟𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑖𝑛'𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑙𝑠, 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑑,
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦'𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑢𝑙𝑒𝑑.
𝑁𝑜 𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑐𝑦, 𝑛𝑜 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑙𝑒𝑒,
𝑂𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑘𝑒𝑑,𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑟𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑒𝑎.

𝑆𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑖𝑑𝑒,
𝐾𝑒𝑒𝑝 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒, 𝑙𝑒𝑡 '𝑒𝑚 𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑑𝑒.
𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑘𝑖𝑠𝑠, 𝑎 𝑤𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑔𝑎𝑚𝑒,
𝐴 𝑐𝑢𝑟𝑠𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢'𝑙𝑙 𝑐𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑦, 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒.