Andromeda’s Point of View
Did he see my tail? Did he hear my singing, aaaaah, I am going crazy here. He cannot know that I am a mermaid, this is unplanned, it shouldn't have happened. But it’s already late at night, how come he is still here?
My heart...my heart won't stop beating rapidly. The sea water was cold, yet why am I feeling so hot, so in need of your touch?
Trying to lift up my head and encounter his grayish orbs, I feel like I am melting. My eyes involuntarily shuts its own, shy from being seen and heard. Oh, how I wish this is merely a hallucination, or perhaps a dream.
Would he even believe me?
Would he hate a mermaid like me?
I know humans deemed us as mythical, a story that can only be found in children’s books. My fingers, even under the water, began intertwining with each other, playing and hoping that it would ease my nervousness.
I cannot look, I shouldn't look, but there’s a part of me that
