Charlotte Coleman (Char)
Char Coleman the fun loving gal, never got a chance to exist I always changing to make someone else happy and not myself. I felt like a photocopy of myself. I was always charlotte so proper, so formal. The father I never knew, billionaire of epic proportions, left me all his funds and various tropical estates. I had to learn to be proper affluent individual; I never got to be able to have boyfriends, and go to high school. I totally skipped high school and had my own college level tutor. I never had a normal life and that’s all I really wanted. Breathing underwater I guess pushed mea little further in the closet, but it kept me guessing what secrets lay beneath my very own skin.
The large harvest moon surfaced over the horizon, and crept across the black sky. I looked out the. The sound of the coastal waves no longer comforted me. The inconsistent breeze and the lack of ocean mist made the air sticky and humid. No longer able bear this torture, I decided to take a dip. I felt the cool sand squish under my feet, leaving my prints in the sand. As I stepped onto the beach, I put my feet in the dark icy waters and slipped off my clothes, I held my breath and started to swim. The nightlife under the water was vibrant and alive with energy. The angel fish seemed to school together and the faint glow of the glow fish at the bottom of the ocean floor adding warmth to the water. Smaller fish swam rapidly, moving sharply in different directions, rousing the waters.
The fish nibbled at my body eating away at my dead skin. I brushed them off, and traced my birthmark. The crescent circles linked together by a loop and a circle above them; reminded me of the moon reflecting over the waters of the night.
I relaxed my mind, and let the fish carry me through the night as I slept soundlessly under the water.
I rose early morning, the sun just coming over the horizon. I found my robe back at shore, and let it surround me in its warmth. I took a long shower getting the fish smell out my hair. I squeezed into my black skinny-jeans, and a red plaid button-up. I didn’t hear the front door open. I turned to face the shadowy intruder, thinking my chauffeur arrived.
“Who are you?” I demanded, not recognizing his caramel complexion.
“The question is not who I am but who are you. Moreover what you are.”
“Excuse me, if you are not my driver then get out before I call the cops,” I went to pick up the phone. He came closer to me, and I felt burst of wind coming from him.
“Charlotte” The way he said my name and looked at me, broke my defenses and made me confide in him.
“Please, call me Char” I handed him my hand.
“Char, I am Saphalix,” he purred, kissing the back of my hand like a gentleman “but here on Earth my name is Savon Maxfield, Savon for short.”
“I am pleased to meet you Mr. Maxfield.”I said, curtsying to show appreciation.
