Freezing Sea

I was high enough to see the sky through the wild waves - it was an incredibly dull grey mass, and it bored me even then. I could almost hear the freezing, wicked wind and see the snowflakes it dragged, too. The only thing I liked about it was the water.
I can't say it was a beautiful for a last sight, but it became breathtaking when some blood - some of my blood - dyed the waters in front of my eyes red; even in death, I was a predator who loved the sight of blood.
At first, she'd tried to stop the bleeding; then, I felt her tiny hands around my wrist as she tried to pull me deeper - to pull me to safety, to find our kin, to get me help - both of us knew I wasn't going to make it either way, but I liked her trying, I liked her unwavering and everlasting hope. I think she said something, too, but I either couldn't hear or didn't listen - it's not like that was going to make a difference anymore, anyway.

And there I was, my vision black now, only strong enough to speak one last time "Foolish me, I thought mermaids couldn't drown."