Sometimes, as I start to drift off into unconsciousness, I try to convince myself that the persistent sound of artificial air bubbles is instead the gentle purr of surf against a shore, punctuated with the occassional rough timbre of a wave crashing against a rocky outcropping. Ah, such a beautiful sound, the music of the ocean… I miss it. It was singing such a lovely song the night that we met…
We were so young then… everything felt so raw, so pure, so wild. I’d never felt love before, and I had no idea that it would blow in like a tempest and have to leave just as quickly. We were from different worlds, land and sea. What could I do, but return to the waves with one night of beautiful memories and a broken heart?
There were so many nights I would sit upon the rocks, out at sea, and stare out at the shore, remembering that night. I could never forget it. Whenever the waves sung the song of that night, my heart mourned anew for that love lost.
…I never thought in a thousand moons I’d ever see you again.
We were no longer the children we once were, but my heart still sang to see you once more. You wanted me to stay with you, and I felt my heart pop like a sea bubble. I made you an offer that night, underneath a cloudy sky stained the color of my fin by the full moon.
“Every full moon, let’s meet on the beach where we first met.” I’d rather have you during the neap tide than not at all.
“I’m sorry,” was the only response I got before everything went dark. And now…
Is this really preferable to you? A lifetime separated by glass walls, not being able to talk to each other, to touch other, compared to a single night of bliss once a month?
I know you watch me, but I have no idea what you must be thinking. Do you regret your decision, or are you satisfied to keep your love in a glass cage? Or do you even love me at all? When you look at me, do you just see a pretty pet, while you think of that dark-haired woman I saw through the window on the porch that night? Are you with her, sharing the same land together, while I’m stuck in my watery prison?
Sometimes, I wake at sunrise to stare at the edge of my tank, through the glass windows, out to the beach. The sun at that hour glistens beautifully on the surf as the tide rolls in, and I try to recreate the music it makes in my mind, as I stretch out across the sand, feeling all the little particles shift beneath my tail, as I soak up those first delicious rays of sun against my back.
And then, I shift and dive, deeper and deeper, moving gracefully through the currents. I am swimming, properly swimming, and I feel alive. I realize I haven’t felt that alive in a long time. I wonder how long I will actually live, confined like this, unable to actually swim freely. It’s a depressing thought…
Sometimes, I drift off, imagining that things are different, that I am a land-girl and you are in my arms and we are happy together, so happy together.
We go on a long walk by the beach, and it all feels so natural. The ocean is merely a scenery piece; it is no longer calling me home.
The kisses still feel like crashing waves, though. I simply don’t know how to imagine a kiss that doesn’t feel that way.
Sometimes, I imagine that I’m dancing.
I shut my eyes and pretend that instead of the water dictating my motions, I am in your arms instead. I have legs, and I’m twirling and spinning and dipping.
But at some point, reality always sets in… that I’m trapped by the man I once loved. And if you had loved me the way I had loved you, you wouldn’t have trapped me in the first place.
This was written for July for the Monthly Simlits Short Story Challenges thread from the Sims forums, which tasked folks to write a story in 500-1500 words using 1-12 screencaps using the theme “The Face of”. This theme required using “The Face of” followed by the theme of your story as your story title. I used 688 words and 12 screencaps. This story is a sequel to my May short story entry I’m Sorry, and uses characters from that story. So if you’d like a little more backstory, check out that story (that story is, however, told only in lyrics and pictures!)
After I finished I’m Sorry, I had intended to do a companion piece for it that would be in a more “traditional” style, so this is it, and it is an “epilogue” of sorts that is set after the events of that story. It makes some references to the other story but isn’t simply a rehashing because I’d like to think it is still possible to put most of the story together without needing words and dialogue from the picture-only format of I’m Sorry. Now that both parts are released, if there are any lingering questions or confusions, just let me know and I’m game to explain the vision I was going for!