Why I'm scared of the sea.

Some people are scared of the sea. Maybe it's because they don't want to drown or get eaten by sharks or step on a sea urchin or - okay there's a lot of reasons why but mine is pretty different.

Imagine that you were still a seven year old girl alone picking some sea shells along the sea shore then suddenly a hand grabs your ankle. That hand belonged to some guy who came out of nowhere who looked like some fairytale prince. He smiles at you and gives you a pretty ring. Since you were a kid and you thought that it's cool, you accepted it and wore it. Then you can't take it off and then he magically transforms into a handsome villain who laughs maniacally and says that your mine forever then he disappears.

Wouldn't you be scared?? No?

Well, anyway I am so all I did was avoid the sea but it didn't help cause I dreamed about him every Tuesday. Until my sixteenth birthday came and he came.

~yay~