Pretty Little Mermaid
Title: My Pretty Little Mermaid
Author: nekojirou_san
Warnings: Light Shoujo-Ai
Summary: Clara loves the sea.
Note:
I was free-writing while listening to DECO*27's album Aimai Elegy. I can't really explain it, but this whole story feels like a DECO*27 song. Sweet, bitter and mysterious all at once I guess? I don't know. I was free-writing so logic escapes me.
Author+DECO*27+Disney=This
Also, likely to be ridden with some typoes as I did not edit myself. Er, barely did at least.
http://static.zerochan.net/full/24/05/75274.jpg
My Pretty Little Mermaid
Deandra Lily
-0-
“Would you all just shut the hell up?” A bright redhead stood up suddenly. “Boyfriends, lovers, husbands, love interests, crushes, puppy loves, boy toys, breakups, comfort sex, normal sex, kinky sex, rich business men, mysterious douche bags, students, teachers and whatever! Can’t you girls talk about anything else? It’s always got to be about love, sex and money.”
Everyone in the restaurant turned to watch the young woman’s drunken rambles. She smashed her fist on the counter and glared at one of her friends with the fiercest glare she could muster. The redhead was normal such a level-headed person and it was the first time any of them saw her rage so passionately about anything. “I have had it with all of you!” She screamed again, kicking the counter with all her might. The bartender had parked himself in a corner, too afraid to calm the customer down.
Completely taken over by her rage, Clara picked up her bag and stormed out of the small restaurant. The customers slowly returned to their idle chatter while the redhead’s friends began to whisper among themselves.
“What’s up with her?”
“Oh leave it! She’s probably frustrated that she’s not getting any.”
“It’s such a shame! She has a cute face, too.”
Clara’s friends continued to gossip behind her back. They had been in the restaurant for about an hour and the redhead had been forced to listen to their uselessly annoying chatter about their love lives. Marie had just broken up with her boyfriend for the fifth fucking time in six years. Kristal was the mature one who decided to comfort poor Marie; telling her bullshit like ‘don’t worry, he doesn’t deserve you’ and ‘there are plenty of other fine men out there waiting for you.’ What a load of crap. Victoria was the worst of them though. She was too busy boasting about her new rich and educated boyfriend to even give a damn about her so-called ‘best friend forever’. Women were the worst. Clara absolutely hated them.
They were shallow, needy, self-centered and most of all, downright pathetic creatures.
No, no. Alright, let me clarify. Clara didn’t hate all women. Her hate was reserved for very specific types of girls, but I guess you can figure that out all on your own.
The redhead sped down the street; putting all her weight in each step as if to demonstrate her rage to the world. She wasn’t normally like this, not at all. Clara was a cool, mature woman. She held her head high at all times despite herself. Well, you see. Clara wasn’t tall. She wasn’t beautiful either. Men were never interested in her and she was never interested in them either. She didn’t care about love. Clara had better things on her mind.
There was one thing Clara loved.
The sea.
She wanted to sail it one day. It was her dream. One day, she'd succeed.
The redhead was intelligent and she believed her intelligence could compensate for whatever else she was missing as a woman. That’s why she kept her pride and dignity. She refused to show any signs of a complex about her own body and appearance.
Clara forced herself to take deep breaths, slowly calming down as she reached the crossroad. When she reached the red light, Clara finally realized that she had forgotten her coat at the restaurant. She cursed under her breath. “No wonder it felt so cold.”
The light turned green and the young woman skipped across the street; holding her arms around her to keep warm. She had to find shelter, but it was late and none of the stores around her were open. Clara could, of course, return to where her ‘friends’ were, but she had her pride.
She walked down the road hoping to see a light on. “Come on!” She muttered. It wasn’t winter yet, but with this kind of weather, snow couldn’t be too far.
On the next corner, Clara noticed a ‘We’re Open!’ sign shining brightly. She smiled and ran over to the place. It was a small library café. A lone girl sat at the register reading a book. Clara poked her head in.
“I… I was just wondering if I could take shelter in here for a bit.” She asked cautiously.
The girl sitting at the counter was distinctly beautiful. She had long fluffy hair that showered down her shoulders like silk and curious round eyes that looked at her with a strange sort of interest. The girl pushed her white locks behind her ear and mirror-coloured eyes glistened under the neon light. Clara stared in awe at the doll-like girl sitting not too far away. She was adorable.
“Sure,” The girl said in a soft voice, turning towards one of the various tables in the salon.
Clara allowed herself inside and sat down. An awkward silence hung in the air. The redhead momentarily wondered why there wasn’t a radio on, but then realized this place was café library.
Unable to take the silence for much longer, Clara turned her chair with the intention to say something. She opened her mouth, but not a word came out.
The pale-haired girl had closed her book and stood up. It looked like she was preparing drinks. Clara stared at her silently as she prepared two lattes and some biscuits. When the girl finished, she slowly made her to Clara’s table and sat down; setting down one of the lattes in front of her guest.
“I hope you like it sweet,” She said kindly.
Clara nodded slowly. “Thanks,”
The pale girl’s lips curled up slightly into an awkward smile. “Is it alright if I sit here? There are no other customers and it would be too lonely to sit by myself.”
“Of course,” Clara answered happily. The doll wasn’t quiet or anything; she was just a girl of few words.
The redhead thought this happily for some reason. She had been intimidated by the serene atmosphere
surrounding the girl, but now it seemed alright. “My name’s Clara.”
The doll carried the chair closer to the table, her silky hair hiding her face for a moment. As if she was pushing away a curtain, the girl gently brought her hair on one side of her shoulder. “I’m Ariel,”
Clara was immediately reminded of the Disney mermaid and laughed. “You sure are as pretty as she is,”
Ariel blinked. It took her a moment before catching on. “Ah well,” She mumbled, seemingly embarrassed.
“In that case, my name would better suit you.”
“Why?”
The white-haired girl pointed at Clara’s head. The redhead ran her fingers through her messy locks. “Just because I have red hair, doesn’t mean I can be a mermaid princess.”
Ariel frowned. She didn’t like the way Clara had spoken. The redhead noticed and corrected herself. “Oh no,
I’m just talking to myself. It’s nothing.”
Clara wasn’t usually this down on herself. It was probably the alcohol. She thought, picking up the latte and taking a sip. Her blue eyes widened. “T-this is really good!”
The doll smiled. “Thank you.
Suddenly, a familiar tune echoed throughout the café. Clara flushed and clumsily took her phone out. It was Kristal calling. She looked at Ariel apologetically and stood up to take the call.
The pale-haired girl watched her guest for a moment before picking out a biscuit and taking a bite. The phone call didn’t last long, but when Clara returned, she was making movements to leave. The redhead bowed her head. “My friend’s going to pick me up, so I’ll be heading out now.”
Ariel’s facial expression remained neutral. For some reason, Clara felt disappointed. The redhead shrugged. “Is it alright if I come back?”
The girl looked at her strangely. That was stupid question, Clara! It’s a café; of course you can come back!
The redhead mentally slapped herself.
Then, Ariel laughed. It was really just a tiny snicker, but Clara’s heart still skipped a beat. “I’ll be waiting then.”
Clara smiled sheepishly and waved her new acquaintance goodbye as she skipped out of the café.
Ariel stared at the door for a moment. Her thoughts were completely hidden by her passive face. Then, her
lips parted and she began to sing. “When you wish upon a star…”
-0-
Kristal was waiting in the car with her coat. The redhead slipped inside. “Thanks,” She said, taking her jacket and putting it on. “I’m sorry about earlier…”
The other woman smiled. “It should be alright. Victoria was pretty mad, but she’ll get over it. Are you okay, Clara?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I don’t know.”
Clara sighed. “I’m alright now. Don’t worry about it. I was drunk and frustrated.”
Kristal seemed sceptical. “Are you sure?”
The redhead thought of Ariel’s awkward little smile and giggled. “Yup, I’m sure.”
She buckled in the seatbelt and the girls set off. Clara absentmindedly looked out the window and stared up at the stars. It wasn’t cloudy out, so a couple hundred dots in the sky sparkled and shone. “I wonder if I’m lesbian…”
“What?”
“Oups. Did I just say that out loud?” Clara laughed it off. “Don’t mind me.”
The rest of the trip went by with simple idle chat, but in the back of Clara’s mind, Ariel’s face remained.
-0-
The next day, Clara came to the café around noon. There were quite a number of customers that turned around as she walked in. In Ariel’s place at the counter and a sturdy looking man of about forty. As she wasn’t the type to awkwardly snoop around, the redhead headed straight for the register. “Um, excuse me?”
The man looked down at her with fierce eyes. “Yes?”
“I’m looking for Ariel…”
The man pointed towards the tower of shelves. “She’s probably there somewhere reading. Are you a friend of hers?”
Clara felt strangely intimidated. “Kind of. I-I passed by here last night for the first time. I just wanted to, um, thank her.”
“Alright,”
The redhead thanked the man and walked off. His voice was oddly kind for a man his size. Clara though, walking by the rows of books looking for that familiar little figure.
Ariel was sitting by the window, a book on the table and a cup of latte in her hands. The light coming in from the outside made her hair shine. It was an angelic image. If Clara was a poet, she would have immediately started writing (luckily for this author’s terrible poetry skills, Clara was no poet).
She was humming a little tune of the sea.
Clara could picture it. Seawater hit the rocks sitting by the beach. The sand was soft and harm as the pretty little mermaid ran her fingers on it. She flapped her fins at the edge of the water, splashing around.
And she sang.
The redhead’s heart skipped a beat.
Ariel turned towards her and smiled.
It was a smile that began and ended everything.
-0-
For the next three years, four months, three days, nine hours and ten minutes, Ariel and Clara spent nearly every day together. You could call it love, if you want. Honestly, the name doesn’t even matter.
What was love but a simple name anyway?
It was a word.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Clara had a renewed view of the world.
It had been her dream, since she was a child, to sail a boat. She loved the sea; its saltwater air and fresh breeze. She wanted her own ship. She wanted a crew. She wanted to sail the seas. It was her dream.
Be it as it may, becoming a ship captain in this day and age wasn’t something a girl could do very easily. That’s why she loathed herself and the shallow women that surrounded her.
Ariel was different.
She was mermaid.
It’s been more than three years since they met. Since then, a lot of things have happened. Ariel and Clara became close friends. They accidentally shared their first kiss after Clara had tripped on a tower of books she had meant to put back on the shelves. Clara had been embarrassed and afraid of the act. Ariel reassured her with a song. They spent their first date under the stars on the rooftop of Clara’s apartment. Ariel had read a lot of books on astronomy and they had spent the night finding and talking about constellations. The first night they spent together was at the beach. The sound of the sea soothed their souls. That night, Ariel sang Clara another song.
Clara was formally introduced to Ariel’s dad. When Clara’s parents came back from their umpteenth honeymoon, the redhead came out of the closet and introduced Ariel. A lot of things had happened then, but it eventually settled down. Clara’s friends were all surprised. Kristal seemed to have had a hunch. Victoria tried to hide her shock by saying she knew all along. Later that day, Ariel nonchalantly commented that Clara’s friends were too loud. The redhead had laughed and gave her lover a sweet kiss on the forehead.
When they were nearing their second year anniversary, Ariel had to deal with harassments from Clara’s creepy ex boyfriend. After Clara broke a leg, the matter was resolved safely with the help of a good old lawyer and some powerful restraining order. Ariel had then realized just how important Clara was to her and their happy days continued.
But Ariel just had to be a mermaid…
Every fairy tale was but a fleeting dream…
And, on the day before their third anniversary, the worst happened.
“I’m sorry Clara. I should have told you sooner, but I was scared…”
The redhead smiled softly and patted her lover’s silky hair. “It’s alright. I knew all along you know?”
That’s right.
Clara loved the sea after all. How could she not have fallen for a mermaid?
Ariel returned the smile.
-0-
It was late in April.
Clara was standing on the beach alone. The salty breeze blew through her long flowing red hair. She had grown it out at Ariel’s request, but her precious little mermaid wasn’t with her anymore. The redhead stared out at the sea with a longing expression. The waves called out to her and she swore she could hear the
echo of a familiar song in the distance.
“Captain! We’re ready to go.” A young man wearing a sailor suit called out to her.
Clara sighed, breathing the air in one last time. She closed her eyes briefly; tying her hair down in a loose bun. “I’ll be right there.” She replied to the sailor.
The redhead turned her back on the beach and began to walk. She took a captain’s hat out and put it on proudly.
“I’m finally here, Ariel.”
End.
-0-
Author's note:
No, uh, yeah. I'm still trying to figure out what Clara means with the whole Mermaid metaphor. Truth be told, Ariel most likely had some sort of illness. Whether or not she's dead, I'm not quite sure myself. I'd like think she's just bedridden and really sick, honestly.
Author: nekojirou_san
Warnings: Light Shoujo-Ai
Summary: Clara loves the sea.
Note:
I was free-writing while listening to DECO*27's album Aimai Elegy. I can't really explain it, but this whole story feels like a DECO*27 song. Sweet, bitter and mysterious all at once I guess? I don't know. I was free-writing so logic escapes me.
Author+DECO*27+Disney=This
Also, likely to be ridden with some typoes as I did not edit myself. Er, barely did at least.
http://static.zerochan.net/full/24/05/75274.jpg
My Pretty Little Mermaid
Deandra Lily
-0-
“Would you all just shut the hell up?” A bright redhead stood up suddenly. “Boyfriends, lovers, husbands, love interests, crushes, puppy loves, boy toys, breakups, comfort sex, normal sex, kinky sex, rich business men, mysterious douche bags, students, teachers and whatever! Can’t you girls talk about anything else? It’s always got to be about love, sex and money.”
Everyone in the restaurant turned to watch the young woman’s drunken rambles. She smashed her fist on the counter and glared at one of her friends with the fiercest glare she could muster. The redhead was normal such a level-headed person and it was the first time any of them saw her rage so passionately about anything. “I have had it with all of you!” She screamed again, kicking the counter with all her might. The bartender had parked himself in a corner, too afraid to calm the customer down.
Completely taken over by her rage, Clara picked up her bag and stormed out of the small restaurant. The customers slowly returned to their idle chatter while the redhead’s friends began to whisper among themselves.
“What’s up with her?”
“Oh leave it! She’s probably frustrated that she’s not getting any.”
“It’s such a shame! She has a cute face, too.”
Clara’s friends continued to gossip behind her back. They had been in the restaurant for about an hour and the redhead had been forced to listen to their uselessly annoying chatter about their love lives. Marie had just broken up with her boyfriend for the fifth fucking time in six years. Kristal was the mature one who decided to comfort poor Marie; telling her bullshit like ‘don’t worry, he doesn’t deserve you’ and ‘there are plenty of other fine men out there waiting for you.’ What a load of crap. Victoria was the worst of them though. She was too busy boasting about her new rich and educated boyfriend to even give a damn about her so-called ‘best friend forever’. Women were the worst. Clara absolutely hated them.
They were shallow, needy, self-centered and most of all, downright pathetic creatures.
No, no. Alright, let me clarify. Clara didn’t hate all women. Her hate was reserved for very specific types of girls, but I guess you can figure that out all on your own.
The redhead sped down the street; putting all her weight in each step as if to demonstrate her rage to the world. She wasn’t normally like this, not at all. Clara was a cool, mature woman. She held her head high at all times despite herself. Well, you see. Clara wasn’t tall. She wasn’t beautiful either. Men were never interested in her and she was never interested in them either. She didn’t care about love. Clara had better things on her mind.
There was one thing Clara loved.
The sea.
She wanted to sail it one day. It was her dream. One day, she'd succeed.
The redhead was intelligent and she believed her intelligence could compensate for whatever else she was missing as a woman. That’s why she kept her pride and dignity. She refused to show any signs of a complex about her own body and appearance.
Clara forced herself to take deep breaths, slowly calming down as she reached the crossroad. When she reached the red light, Clara finally realized that she had forgotten her coat at the restaurant. She cursed under her breath. “No wonder it felt so cold.”
The light turned green and the young woman skipped across the street; holding her arms around her to keep warm. She had to find shelter, but it was late and none of the stores around her were open. Clara could, of course, return to where her ‘friends’ were, but she had her pride.
She walked down the road hoping to see a light on. “Come on!” She muttered. It wasn’t winter yet, but with this kind of weather, snow couldn’t be too far.
On the next corner, Clara noticed a ‘We’re Open!’ sign shining brightly. She smiled and ran over to the place. It was a small library café. A lone girl sat at the register reading a book. Clara poked her head in.
“I… I was just wondering if I could take shelter in here for a bit.” She asked cautiously.
The girl sitting at the counter was distinctly beautiful. She had long fluffy hair that showered down her shoulders like silk and curious round eyes that looked at her with a strange sort of interest. The girl pushed her white locks behind her ear and mirror-coloured eyes glistened under the neon light. Clara stared in awe at the doll-like girl sitting not too far away. She was adorable.
“Sure,” The girl said in a soft voice, turning towards one of the various tables in the salon.
Clara allowed herself inside and sat down. An awkward silence hung in the air. The redhead momentarily wondered why there wasn’t a radio on, but then realized this place was café library.
Unable to take the silence for much longer, Clara turned her chair with the intention to say something. She opened her mouth, but not a word came out.
The pale-haired girl had closed her book and stood up. It looked like she was preparing drinks. Clara stared at her silently as she prepared two lattes and some biscuits. When the girl finished, she slowly made her to Clara’s table and sat down; setting down one of the lattes in front of her guest.
“I hope you like it sweet,” She said kindly.
Clara nodded slowly. “Thanks,”
The pale girl’s lips curled up slightly into an awkward smile. “Is it alright if I sit here? There are no other customers and it would be too lonely to sit by myself.”
“Of course,” Clara answered happily. The doll wasn’t quiet or anything; she was just a girl of few words.
The redhead thought this happily for some reason. She had been intimidated by the serene atmosphere
surrounding the girl, but now it seemed alright. “My name’s Clara.”
The doll carried the chair closer to the table, her silky hair hiding her face for a moment. As if she was pushing away a curtain, the girl gently brought her hair on one side of her shoulder. “I’m Ariel,”
Clara was immediately reminded of the Disney mermaid and laughed. “You sure are as pretty as she is,”
Ariel blinked. It took her a moment before catching on. “Ah well,” She mumbled, seemingly embarrassed.
“In that case, my name would better suit you.”
“Why?”
The white-haired girl pointed at Clara’s head. The redhead ran her fingers through her messy locks. “Just because I have red hair, doesn’t mean I can be a mermaid princess.”
Ariel frowned. She didn’t like the way Clara had spoken. The redhead noticed and corrected herself. “Oh no,
I’m just talking to myself. It’s nothing.”
Clara wasn’t usually this down on herself. It was probably the alcohol. She thought, picking up the latte and taking a sip. Her blue eyes widened. “T-this is really good!”
The doll smiled. “Thank you.
Suddenly, a familiar tune echoed throughout the café. Clara flushed and clumsily took her phone out. It was Kristal calling. She looked at Ariel apologetically and stood up to take the call.
The pale-haired girl watched her guest for a moment before picking out a biscuit and taking a bite. The phone call didn’t last long, but when Clara returned, she was making movements to leave. The redhead bowed her head. “My friend’s going to pick me up, so I’ll be heading out now.”
Ariel’s facial expression remained neutral. For some reason, Clara felt disappointed. The redhead shrugged. “Is it alright if I come back?”
The girl looked at her strangely. That was stupid question, Clara! It’s a café; of course you can come back!
The redhead mentally slapped herself.
Then, Ariel laughed. It was really just a tiny snicker, but Clara’s heart still skipped a beat. “I’ll be waiting then.”
Clara smiled sheepishly and waved her new acquaintance goodbye as she skipped out of the café.
Ariel stared at the door for a moment. Her thoughts were completely hidden by her passive face. Then, her
lips parted and she began to sing. “When you wish upon a star…”
-0-
Kristal was waiting in the car with her coat. The redhead slipped inside. “Thanks,” She said, taking her jacket and putting it on. “I’m sorry about earlier…”
The other woman smiled. “It should be alright. Victoria was pretty mad, but she’ll get over it. Are you okay, Clara?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, I don’t know.”
Clara sighed. “I’m alright now. Don’t worry about it. I was drunk and frustrated.”
Kristal seemed sceptical. “Are you sure?”
The redhead thought of Ariel’s awkward little smile and giggled. “Yup, I’m sure.”
She buckled in the seatbelt and the girls set off. Clara absentmindedly looked out the window and stared up at the stars. It wasn’t cloudy out, so a couple hundred dots in the sky sparkled and shone. “I wonder if I’m lesbian…”
“What?”
“Oups. Did I just say that out loud?” Clara laughed it off. “Don’t mind me.”
The rest of the trip went by with simple idle chat, but in the back of Clara’s mind, Ariel’s face remained.
-0-
The next day, Clara came to the café around noon. There were quite a number of customers that turned around as she walked in. In Ariel’s place at the counter and a sturdy looking man of about forty. As she wasn’t the type to awkwardly snoop around, the redhead headed straight for the register. “Um, excuse me?”
The man looked down at her with fierce eyes. “Yes?”
“I’m looking for Ariel…”
The man pointed towards the tower of shelves. “She’s probably there somewhere reading. Are you a friend of hers?”
Clara felt strangely intimidated. “Kind of. I-I passed by here last night for the first time. I just wanted to, um, thank her.”
“Alright,”
The redhead thanked the man and walked off. His voice was oddly kind for a man his size. Clara though, walking by the rows of books looking for that familiar little figure.
Ariel was sitting by the window, a book on the table and a cup of latte in her hands. The light coming in from the outside made her hair shine. It was an angelic image. If Clara was a poet, she would have immediately started writing (luckily for this author’s terrible poetry skills, Clara was no poet).
She was humming a little tune of the sea.
Clara could picture it. Seawater hit the rocks sitting by the beach. The sand was soft and harm as the pretty little mermaid ran her fingers on it. She flapped her fins at the edge of the water, splashing around.
And she sang.
The redhead’s heart skipped a beat.
Ariel turned towards her and smiled.
It was a smile that began and ended everything.
-0-
For the next three years, four months, three days, nine hours and ten minutes, Ariel and Clara spent nearly every day together. You could call it love, if you want. Honestly, the name doesn’t even matter.
What was love but a simple name anyway?
It was a word.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Clara had a renewed view of the world.
It had been her dream, since she was a child, to sail a boat. She loved the sea; its saltwater air and fresh breeze. She wanted her own ship. She wanted a crew. She wanted to sail the seas. It was her dream.
Be it as it may, becoming a ship captain in this day and age wasn’t something a girl could do very easily. That’s why she loathed herself and the shallow women that surrounded her.
Ariel was different.
She was mermaid.
It’s been more than three years since they met. Since then, a lot of things have happened. Ariel and Clara became close friends. They accidentally shared their first kiss after Clara had tripped on a tower of books she had meant to put back on the shelves. Clara had been embarrassed and afraid of the act. Ariel reassured her with a song. They spent their first date under the stars on the rooftop of Clara’s apartment. Ariel had read a lot of books on astronomy and they had spent the night finding and talking about constellations. The first night they spent together was at the beach. The sound of the sea soothed their souls. That night, Ariel sang Clara another song.
Clara was formally introduced to Ariel’s dad. When Clara’s parents came back from their umpteenth honeymoon, the redhead came out of the closet and introduced Ariel. A lot of things had happened then, but it eventually settled down. Clara’s friends were all surprised. Kristal seemed to have had a hunch. Victoria tried to hide her shock by saying she knew all along. Later that day, Ariel nonchalantly commented that Clara’s friends were too loud. The redhead had laughed and gave her lover a sweet kiss on the forehead.
When they were nearing their second year anniversary, Ariel had to deal with harassments from Clara’s creepy ex boyfriend. After Clara broke a leg, the matter was resolved safely with the help of a good old lawyer and some powerful restraining order. Ariel had then realized just how important Clara was to her and their happy days continued.
But Ariel just had to be a mermaid…
Every fairy tale was but a fleeting dream…
And, on the day before their third anniversary, the worst happened.
“I’m sorry Clara. I should have told you sooner, but I was scared…”
The redhead smiled softly and patted her lover’s silky hair. “It’s alright. I knew all along you know?”
That’s right.
Clara loved the sea after all. How could she not have fallen for a mermaid?
Ariel returned the smile.
-0-
It was late in April.
Clara was standing on the beach alone. The salty breeze blew through her long flowing red hair. She had grown it out at Ariel’s request, but her precious little mermaid wasn’t with her anymore. The redhead stared out at the sea with a longing expression. The waves called out to her and she swore she could hear the
echo of a familiar song in the distance.
“Captain! We’re ready to go.” A young man wearing a sailor suit called out to her.
Clara sighed, breathing the air in one last time. She closed her eyes briefly; tying her hair down in a loose bun. “I’ll be right there.” She replied to the sailor.
The redhead turned her back on the beach and began to walk. She took a captain’s hat out and put it on proudly.
“I’m finally here, Ariel.”
End.
-0-
Author's note:
No, uh, yeah. I'm still trying to figure out what Clara means with the whole Mermaid metaphor. Truth be told, Ariel most likely had some sort of illness. Whether or not she's dead, I'm not quite sure myself. I'd like think she's just bedridden and really sick, honestly.