The Siren

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           I was closely to drowning, wrapping my hands on a bamboo wood that was attached to the boat I've been using a few hours ago. It's already dawn and my body's still soaked under the water, waiting that someone will find and save me. Why does anyone come to me? I'm in the middle of the sea and above me is a moon, aesthetically hiding behind the clouds. I must be afraid that a weird creature will force me down to the deepest part of the sea. A sound of a flute, vibrating on the waters. The calmness of the water were now inconsistent, made me hold tightly on the support.

"Help!" I shouted. An unfamiliar creature went out from the water, leaving me speechless and amazed to the beauty she's possessing. A siren. A beautiful siren. She seductively brushed her fingers on her raven hair, water dripping down her face as her eyes slowly opened — golden eyes enchanted me. Her soft and crimson lips that I ache to kiss, move smoothly as she started to sing. The most beautiful voice I've heard in my life. Soothingly resonating the coldness of the sea. I found myself unholding the bamboo wood and the last thing I knew she caught me with her arms.

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