A Blessing and a Curse

The little mermaid glanced down at the prince, who held his bride in his arms, the woman's long, black hair framing her beautiful features. And the little mermaid turned to the knife she held in her pallid hands, the one item for which her sisters had offered their beautiful locks to the sea witch. That was when she remembered-the only way in which she'd recover her beautiful tail was by letting the prince's blood stain her feet. The prince's blood, the one who had brought so much sorrow into her life, the one who she had loved, expecting nothing in return but receiving nothing either. Because, sometimes, love was nothing but a blessing and a curse.