Minor Tales of Love and Heartbreak

Olyvia and Nhu

-Olyvia's perspective-

Sometimes, shit just doesn't work out. Sometimes the universe looks down upon you and says, Fuck. Off. And no matter how much you want something, no matter how hard you try to reach your goal, you can't. The game just had to be rigged from the start. Fuck. 

It wasn't always like this though. I was... Happy? I think, before she showed up. I didn't need anyone. Sure I was beyond jealous of all the couples who showed up on my shore and looked out on my water with nothing but love in their hearts. Sure I was fucking sick of them kissing, and holding hands, and mushy gushy BS while I was all alone. But that was life. Not like I could be loved anyway. My fins are ripped. My colors make me look like some moldy, drowned person. And I'm sure that everyone thinks I'm the "evil siren" of the lake. But that's not true. I was just a little bit lonely way back then. I didn't know that humans, fae, and the like couldn't breathe underwater. I didn't know that I would become hunted for accidentally drowning one man who wanted to see what was underneath my waves. Anyway... I was perfectly A-O-Fucking-K with being alone.  

Why did she have to come into my life? I've never spoken to her... She doesn't even know I physically exist! But God... She's so beautiful. Everything about her is long. Her pale legs, her purple hair, her wiggly ears... She's got these huge purple eyes that sparkle like amethysts; and her lips look so plush, so nice for... Fuck man, I've got it bad. I've even started coughing up these god forsaken purple flowers. I... I wish she would come sit by my shore. I could speak to her then, sing beautiful music for her, get to know her. But I don't see her often. She won't even come close to the sands. She stays in the woods, and looks out on the waters. I wave my arms, and sit up on tall rocks but she just doesn't ever notice me. Guess I'm just that shitty...

-Nhu's perspective, a long time ago-

I was told that I was blessed. I was told that unicorn type faun were the rarest of them all, and that I was very special, very important, very powerful. If I was then why did this have to happen to me? I was entitled to that witches house. I'm entitled to whatever I want because I'm special, I'm important, I'm powerful. Where the hell am I now? I can hear everyone talking, they think I don't know they're there. But I can see their shapes. I can hear them. But what are they saying...? 

"How are w~ ~ell her? It~ ~they're blind."

Blind! No. No I can't be. I can't be stuck like this. I need to see. I can fix it. I'm magic aren't I? Wait... I tried that, when the damn wench cursed me. It doesn't work. Fuck... I can't cry in front of these people... Wipe away your tears fool. Don't let them know how you feel. You're still stronger than they are. 

"Ah, so I see you heard us... I'm so sorry Nhu. Here how about I help you up?"

Who the hell even is this person? They heard I'm blind, don't they know I can't see them? All I can see is a fuzzy green outline. 

"I don't need your help whoever you are, I can do it myself." I say as I throw myself up and walk in any direction at all. 

SHIT. No sight, no balance. I should've known that. Now I'm on the floor crying like a fool. And all the colored outlines around me are watching. Fucking great. I'm so young, I've got so much to do... Why've I been dealt this awful hand?

-Olyvia's perspective-

There she is again, she's so beautiful.

"Hello!" I yell. Not even a twitch in my direction. "Hey beau- Uh- purple unicorn lady! Over here!" I yell. I'm up on my favorite sun bathing rock now. Why won't she look? You couldn't miss me if you tried. 

Cough cough cough

"Fucking flowers...." I think to my self as I wipe the blood from my face and push the flowers into the water. Red blends into the deep green abyss, and lavender flowers swirl around and glide away. It's pretty, in a sad way I guess. And while I was looking at those damn. flowers. She left. 

"FUCK." I scream and fall off my rock.

It's times like this I wish that I could drown. 

Maybe I'll choke on my own blood. Or even better, on one of these flowers that remind me so much of her...

-Nhu's perspective-

It's been 3 years since the witch cursed me for entering her den and stealing herbs. I was dumber then, but that's fine. We have to fall before we rise. I can walk on my own now. I still can't see whole things, but I can distinguish the auras of living things around me; and I can use my tail to feel around for whatever I can't see. Everything has a different color. Grass and trees are green. Small animals are usually soft pinks or yellows. People all have different colors. The crow fae that lives up in the old tree is blue. Most pixies are vibrant and hard to look at. There's a human that comes to visit us sometimes that is a soft orange. 

If I walk out to the edge of the forest, there's a deep black abyss. That's where the lake is. There's a soft trail of green where there's grass, then nothing. I refuse to go near it. If you've ever gone somewhere and seen a looming black abyss, whether it be a hole in the ground or in the night where there's no light left, and you've felt as if there was something waiting to get you, you know what I feel. So I stay in the woods. Sometimes I like to go to the edge and feel that pull. Just for fun.

But I will never go in the lake. I will never go near the lake. I can't see anything living in there. Not like there is anyway, I'm told a monster lives in there that will kill me in a second. I'll stay safe in the woods where I belong. 

(AAAAHHHHHHHHH, I tried. First attempt at these gurls, I'll probably do another chapter or two that's a little more story like. Give me suggestions of how I should continue or criticism or whatever you want down in the comments! Thaaaaaanks)