They wanted so desperately to love each other more, to remove their clothes and submit their naked bodies to each other, but it was almost as if they were cursed since the first day that they met, and it was pure torture knowing that they could only get so close, but was unable to go the height that the both of them wanted so intimately to climb.
This angered me. Nothing has changed? I screamed at him. I was furious with him. He had duped me. Your a mermaid! Your a freak! Calling him a freak hurt his feelings. I am the same boy you fell in love with. I can't help who I was born as, but that doesn't affect the boy in which I want to be. And what is that? I asked, really emotional right now. A boy who wants to be given the chance to love you. With these tender words, I instantly ran into his arms. Oh Trysten, I don't care who you are, or what you can become, but I love you for loving me.
I leaned down and looked at his handsome face. I wanted to kiss him in a way that would remain soft and true on his lips, all the while help him from escaping the overwhelming sense of sadnes that he felt. I pressed forward and kissed him, tasting the saltiness of fish against his lips, and the disappointment that he held so very deeply inside. I kissed him long and wide, yet limp and yielding, pulling myself away from reality to only drown in the fantasy of our love. I touched his mouth in such a loving way, that not even his incapability to reach into my soul, could tear us away from exchanging such romance. He immediately gave into the kiss, his sadness slowly giving way to the moment that we so intimately shared. It amazed me what a merman could do, even when flowing tears streamed down his face. Through the bridge of kissing, I had healed him, and he had healed me in return.