Too Long | Short Story

❝Too Long❞

❝IT'S BEEN AWHILE.❞ My mind seemed to openly speak as my feet sank and covered itself in the sandy bits below. With the help of my toes.

The open waters in front of me seem to whisper ‘It has been a long time.’ Back to me, making me slightly regret wanting to stay, so long on land.

But I can't regret it. I've made new friend's. I've made a home of my own. On land I have people who need me. Even if Water seemed to call for me, whisper sweet nothings in my ear. Letting the breeze swarm around my skin, trying to lead me back to where I used to belong.

I just couldn't leave them.

I remember the loneliness in the lake before me. I was alone, surrounded by creatures that couldn't speak back to me. I had to make due with not being able to talk to anyone or anything for so long.

And I remember the dark times I had in these waters before. My thoughts seem to bring this time back to me, as I stare at the lake that held so much power to my soul. It had a tether of open string, that'll pull me into its depths if I'm not careful.

The dark times I've spoke of, was when I used my powers- against the people who live in the mountain's above. Late nights when the moon was holding up in the sky, with stars around it. The waters below darken in a cool bliss. I would sing in these waters and allure traveler's to come closer. I watch them walk into the waters. They all seemed to forgotten how to swim, as they continued to walk like the creatures of the dead.

I let them drown and think- how they will feel, how I've felt for so long. They will die alone like I would in these waters.

Looking past the lake's water I see the hanging tree. The tree that overhang a section of the waters. It was a Sakura tree. One planted long ago before my darken era. He was a traveler, one I liked.

A merman, who fell in love with a traveler on the first sight of seeing him. I admit, I was young those days and loved who ever was willing to talk to me.

The traveler was actually the first Human I've ever met. I watched him walk day after day to that spot where the Sakura Tree- now lays. He will always sit there and look at the lake with a glaze of uncertainty.

Then there was the day that I sang to him. The first time I sang above water. I remember him walking closer to me- as I sang. My ears heated up but I continued to sing. Soon, he was knee high in water possibly two-tail's lengths, away from me.

After that day he came more often at sundown. He'll sit there and I'll sing to him. But one day, he got into the water with me. He swam close, and I let him. I can still feel the feeling of having my tail. I can feel how his fingers glazed passed my fins and scales.

The shiver of his touch is still there. Deep down inside of me.

He called me, his little Koi. For my tail reminded him of the Koi fish that occupied this lake with me.

But as time passed you can tell this fling we had wouldn't last. He was getting older by day. And I was still the same young looking merman. I looked just like how he first saw me. The last time I saw him when he planted that tree. And that was the start of my darken thoughts. The feeling of being empty inside, and lonely.

And then I began to sing people to their deaths. Using the voice my first love, had been amazing and enchanted with.

My heart ached knowing that man, I met centuries ago- was dead. I still think about him when I lay to sleep at night. I may have been a merman before, and human now. Having a new chance at life. But, I will never forget that blue eyed, blonde hair man. He showed me what the true meaning of friendship and love was. He taught me his culture and I showed him the beauty of what the land of waters holds.