*Fantasy/Siren*
They danced in the water like they had done so often before, he couldn't help but adore every graceful movement she made as the light filtered through the blue fluid.
He was mesmerized by her beauty, watching her float and swim around him.
His arms reached out for her and traced her features, his hand resting on her cheek as her Caribbean green eyes watched him closely.
How it felt so good to be dying. He had fallen so close to the edge each night he danced with her and tonight he knew, he would fall off the edge.
And that night, he took his last breath, filling his lungs with the liquid that played and tugged at his gorgeous nightmare's strands.
He finally let go, starting into her green eyes that held no feeling for him while his held more than any could handle.
She watched him die, as she had so many before him.
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Hey so this one is short but I really loved it. Sort of like a siren story you know?
If anyone even reads these stories I write let me know, I'm lonely.
Anywho, hope you enjoyed! Vote/comment whatever.
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Thoughts Left Behind
Ficção GeralA compilation of short stories in a variety of different genres. (Sorry this is such a terrible description, there was no way to put it without it sounding really stupid.)
