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The ride back was thick with tension, which mostly came from Wayne. He didn't dare look her way, his gaze remained fixed on the road ahead.She sat in the passenger seat, licking the lollipop he had caved in and bought for her.He couldn't believe it. He was driving back to the cabin with an actual mermaid in the car. His heart hammered in his chest and his mind raced with all the possibilities. All his life he had been taught that*:・°✧*𓆞 𓆝 𓇼 ⋆。˚ 𓆝 ˚。⋆ 𓇼𓆟 𓆞*✧*:・°The ride back was thick with tension, which mostly came from Wayne. He didn't dare look her way, his gaze remained fixed on the road ahead.She sat in the passenger seat, licking the lollipop he had caved in and bought for her.He couldn't believe it. He was driving back to the cabin with an actual mermaid in the car. His heart hammered in his chest and his mind raced with all the possibilities. All his life he had been taught that things like this were unreal, the stuff of fantasy.And seated right beside him was a creature pulled out of those fantasies.There was so much he wanted to ask her. Why had she saved him? Where had she come from? Was the healed scar on his head her doing? Could she go back to the ocean, and if she could, why was she still here?The questions piled up faster than he could count them. And when he parted his lips to ask, he pictured her going quiet. The same way she had
*:・°✧*𓆞 𓆝 𓇼 ⋆。˚ 𓆝 ˚。⋆ 𓇼𓆟 𓆞*✧*:・°Wayne’s gaze swept the room. The other desks were empty and even the cells were vacant. It looked like they rarely had cases. Then again, it was a small town in the middle of an island.“Wayne…” Drew called with a smile. “What brings you here?”Wayne looked at him. He was dressed in the most casual outfit ever; black shorts and grey t-shirt. He held a rechargeable hand fan in one hand, and wore a cushion around his neck.He seemed nothing like the man in uniform he’d met last night.“I was just passing by and wanted to say hi,” Wayne said. “Also, thank you for last night.”Drew waved a hand. “No need. I was simply doing my job.”Wayne nodded as he scanned the place one more time. “Speaking of last night,” he continued. “I don’t see the girl.”“Oh. The other officer took her for a bathroom break. The one here is being repaired.”“Mmmm,” Wayne rubbed his finger acro
*:・°✧* 𓆝 𓇼 ⋆。˚ 𓆝 ˚。⋆ 𓇼𓆟 *✧*:・° Wayne stared at the girl. “Didn’t you just speak?” She didn’t respond. “I didn’t hear her speak,” Drew said, then turned to the other officer. “Neither did I.” Nessa placed a hand on his shoulder. “Wayne, are you okay? You were discharged from the hospital today, I think you need rest.” He dragged a hand through his hair. It was true, he hadn’t rested since this morning. Maybe he was just tired and hearing things. “You’re right. I’m sorry. Forget it.” He turned, walking back into the cabin. “Get some rest, Wayne,” Nessa said. As he was about to open his cabin door, he heard it again. [For a moment, I thought he could hear my mermaid voice.] His body stiffened. Slowly, he turned around. The girl was staring at him through the tinted car window, and something flickered across her face, as if she realized she shouldn’t have said that. His eyes narrowed. “Did I just hear… mermaid?” he said to himself. The car door shut, and the en
*:・°✧* 𓆝 𓇼 ⋆。˚ 𓆝 ˚。⋆ 𓇼𓆟 *✧*:・°The sun had long gone down, and with it went most of the money in his account. Wayne stared at his bank balance. Two hundred and fifty dollars. He let out a dry laugh. He had never seen his bank account look so…empty. So, this was how poverty felt.“Wayne…” A hand landed on his shoulder. He turned to see Butter grinning at him, cheeks flushed. “Thank God you are back alive. We were all so worried about you.” Butter swayed slightly, even after having just one drink and that’s when he saw it as an opportunity to butter him up.“Thank you so much for worrying about me. I really appreciate it. And about how I acted to you three days ago, I’m really sorry. I hope we can get along from now on.”Butter squinted at him. “You were a bit rude. But at the same time I understood where you were coming from. It can be a little hard to settle in an unfamiliar place. But don’t worry.” He waved a hand, “I’ve moved past
*:・°✧* 𓆝 𓇼 ⋆。˚ 𓆝 ˚。⋆ 𓇼𓆟 *✧*:・°The next time Wayne opened his eyes, a young boy was before him.“Mom…” the boy yelled. “There is an injured, homeless, old man lying here.”Wayne blinked against the harsh sunlight as he sat upright.The boy’s mother hurried over and pulled him closer. Her gaze fell on Wayne’s sand-covered body, and her expression changed. “Excuse me. Are you okay?”Wayne parted his lips to speak, but a sharp pain shot through his skull, causing a cry to escape instead. He clutched his injured head. The area around the cut was swollen, and the blood covering it had dried.“W…where am I?”“You are at Galeport. What happened to you? Did you get into an accident or something?”“Galeport?” Wayne’s gaze shot up. “I’m supposed to be at Davenport.”“Young man, that’s the other way across the island.”Wayne tried to remember how he got here, but the pain in his head made it difficult for him to think. He tried to keep his eyes open, but the world tilted around him.“We nee
*:・°✧* 𓆝 𓇼 ⋆。˚ 𓆝 ˚。⋆ 𓇼𓆟 *✧*:・°The small fishing boat rocked gently against the waves as Wayne stared at the great blue ocean stretching endlessly before him. Its blue surface glittered beneath the sun, turning the waves into thousands of tiny shards of glass. He had seen the ocean before, but never like this. Usually, there were yachts. Beach clubs. Crowds and music blaring in the background. Out here, there was none of that. Just the creak of the boat, the slap of water, and a quiet so big it made him want to fill it with something.It was beautiful. But its beauty alone wasn’t enough to make him forget the empty bucket beside him. They had left the main boat because the other workers didn’t want them obstructing their job at sea. Since then, he hadn’t caught a single fish, and Nessa was already six fish ahead of him. He clicked his tongue at the rod in his hands. “The fish hate me.”“Maybe they know you don’t belong here.”Wayne scoffed. “Or maybe they are just scared of my g







