D.S. Murphy

I watched the colored lights and sparkles coming off of Sebastian in the dark water, as the ocean began the process of rebuilding his tail. I longed to join him in the water, to wrap my arms around him and let him carry me under the sea; but I wasn't ready. For him, the ocean was a home; for me it was death. Without being able to transform, the ocean depths would suffocate me, the pressure collapse my bones and flesh.

Wait__hat?_ He__ said the last statement so casually, I almost didn__ grasp its significance. __here are merrow who want to destroy the human race?_ I pictured a hundred thousand Sebastians, capable of punching through picnic tables and moving faster than we could even see them. It would be a slaughter. A mermaid apocalypse. I almost laughed at the thought, but the impulse died in my throat. I felt sick. I couldn__ believe I__ wanted to kiss him just a few moments ago.

Part of me felt like I was throwing my life away, for a guy I barely knew. But I wasn__ just doing it for him. Since my parents died, I__ had absolutely no control over my life. If I really thought about it, maybe I__ given up control long before__hat day in Oregon when I almost drowned. Since then, I__ always relied on others to take care of me. Maybe it was time to take my life back into my own hands_ even if it meant growing fins.