I can hear the sea whispering my name every night as I lay here and think about the past. A past that seems long ago. I was free to swim in the depths of the ocean. I got great pleasure out of feeling the water rush through my hair and the strength of my tail was amazing. To this day I can still feel it there in my dreams. I wake up at night crying over my loss. The humans took my tail from me and then tossed me aside like I was trash.

　　My fate is my own doing. There was after all only one rule and I broke it. I went to the surface and lingered. You never linger at the surface. I had to see if all the stories were true. I needed to see it all for myself. The big sky, the huge buildings, the ships, and most of all humans. I regret the fact that I went up in the afternoon. That fact alone was stupid on my part. I knew better. I still went anyway I longed to feel the sun on my face. As I lay here in this thing they call a bed, I can hear the sea calling my name. Calling me home. I can't go home not yet. Not until I get my tail back!

　　I can already feel some of my beautiful scales growing back. These things called legs ache. I long for a swim. To feel the sea against me.

　　Soon I whisper back to the sea as I drift off to sleep. Soon they all will pay...

　　I just wanted to enjoy a cup of coffee along with the sunshine. Instead, I'm here with visions of the man who just walked past me. The beach with a little girl pulling me in his direction. He's staring at me with those beautiful dark eyes as a smile plays on his sexy mouth. Watching us walk to him. He takes my hand spinning me to him and pressing his lips to mine. We dance on the beach. I am happy.

　　Laughing. He makes me feel loved. He is Mo Anam Cara.

　　I am completely lost in the man.

　　I shake my head to clear the vision. How I felt stays. I watch him order his coffee. He smiles brightly at the women behind the counter. She flirts to get his attention but his thoughts are elsewhere.

　　His jaw is set hard. The woman handed him, his coffee. He thanks her as he walks away. Our eyes meet, all I can do is smile. He smiles back. His dark eyes sparkle.

　　I can feel the heat of my blush though out my face and chest. I have never blushed before.

　　My mind is racing. I'm not here to fall in love. I'm here for revenge and to get my tail. Yet I can't help to watch him walk away.

　　I'm in so much trouble.

　　I finish my coffee trying to push the vision away. I need to stay focused can't let a vision stop me. I've already spent way too much time here. I long for home. My thoughts take over as I walk down the street. I shouldn't be overthinking, yet I am. I'm letting the vision take over again. It's different this time, which means he is somewhere close. 

　　The little girl's name is Lyra. She is 3 and ours. She runs away laughing to play with two boys as her father and I continue to dance on the sand. Everyone is dressed in white. I assume it's a wedding we are at. My assumption is right. It's our wedding.

　　This vision is getting out of control. As I lean against the wall. I shake my head once more to clear it. I look to my left to see where I have ended up. The docks. Great! Just great!

　　I can smell the sea. It calls me. I know I need to hurry. I miss home deeply.

　　I stand there for a bit to clear my head.

　　I need to focus.

　　I need to forget about him.

　　Little did I know it wouldn't be so easy.

　　I started walking back to the house while getting lost in thought once again.

　　How can you follow your heart when you are stuck on a sinking ship? That's how my life feels. Like I'm locked away and the key is with the captain.

　　Like I am an object or an obsession. I feel like I am alone in this world.

　　I never meant to lose myself. Yet here I am on the brink of the darkness and it's about to consume me. The darkness is so close I can hear it whispering in my ear.

　　Letting the darkness in means having no soul and drowning in the darkest ocean I know. Could I let myself go that far?

　　Am I willing to lose myself? For what?

　　To become someone I don't like or someone I  would never be around?

　　All because this pain won't stop? This pain could have been avoided. I could have done what was expected of me. Then I wouldn't be alone in this godforsaken world that I know nothing about.

　　I would still have my beautiful tail. I would be at home. Not here plotting my revenge. I'm not like this.

　　The story's about mermaids are lies. We aren't like sirens at all. We aren't mean nor will we drown you. We are afraid of humans but who can blame us. They took my tail and along with my soul. I want my life back. I want to swim in the deepest part of the ocean like I use to. Not here, not letting this darkness eat at me.

　　The car horn pulls me from my thoughts. "What the hell are you doing walking in the middle of the road!" the man yells from his window while flipping me off. I just stand there wondering why he couldn't drive around me. The road was clear on both sides. I looked down and started walking again. I realized I was in the middle of the road. I started walking toward the side and to my small house. I can see the pathway that leads to the front door. the flowers I planted are in full bloom. I quickly walk up and unlock the front door. The smell of roses hit me before I close the door. Slowly I head into the kitchen and grab a glass of water. I make my way to the living and sit on the sofa. I sit there for a few minutes before taking my shoes off and laying down. I turn on the tv to find something to watch but before I know it I'm fast asleep. 

　　"Why aren't you dancing with daddy?!" Lyra asked.

　　She's standing between her father and me. I can see him now. She looks like him, perfect. Her eyes the same dark brown and that beautiful dark hair.

　　 "Mommy... are you ok?" She looks worried. My mind is trying to process if this is a vision or a dream.

　　I look up seeing he has closed the gap between us. It feels so real.

　　As he touches my face to brush away a piece of my hair that has fallen out of my braid.

　　He puts his hand on the small of my back and pulls me to him. His touch feels amazing. I want and need more.

　　"Shall we dance?" He asks

　　All I can do is nod. He pulls me closer to him. His scent is intoxicating. I try to look around but I can't. I don't want to. He is perfect in every way. If he wasn't holding me I would be on the sand.

　　The noise fades away. It's just us dancing.

　　"Are you happy?" He asks.

　　"Yes... but are you?" I ask in return.

　　He smiles brightly and presses his lips to mine. His wonderful scent is everywhere. I can't think. I don't want the kiss to end.

　　"Of course I am happy!" He whispers.

　　"I have everything I had ever wanted and I get forever with you! What more could I want?"

　　He looks at me brightly. His handsome face is full of excitement and love.

　　I want to kiss him again. I want to feel how close he can get to me.

　　Suddenly he presses his lips to mine again but our kiss is interrupted by Lyra.

　　" You see mommy! Daddy is perfect for you!"

　　I can't help but say it out loud

　　"But am I perfect for him?...."

　　I bolted straight out of the dream. It was all a dream yet I can still see him, his scent is everywhere in my room. My last words echo in my head. A smile plays on my lips. These dreams are getting intense. I can still remember his dark eyes looking into mine. There were so much love and trust. I can't help but uth. The urge to press my lips to his lingers. I have a feeling that I will not be heading home soon. Not with my mate here. 

　　 I'm falling for a man that I have not met, yet I know he is Mo shiorghra. Lyra gets more persistent with each dream.

　　I lay back down and try to sleep. Within minutes I'm asleep and dreaming of him again...