On the next day, the woman doctor—Caitlin, her name was Caitlin, dropped by his room to examine him again. She checked again for any sign of talking, chatted rapidly and questioningly, but rather disappointed that not a word came from him.
‘But you’re fine, nothing abnormal about you, except for the not-talking thing, are you sure you weren’t mute from birth?’ He responded with a smile and shook his head. She shrugged and told him that he could leave right now, and she gave him clothes—human clothes, a black shirt, and for the his newly grown legs—of course she didn’t know that—apparently they were called pants. Mermen were wrong at this point—human were not all cruel, some of them were caring, they were attentive to each other.
Caitlin walked him out of the hospital, They passed quite a number of other patient, some with some kind of thin, steel pole next to them filled with water maybe, and some of the same pouch contained reddish liquid, blood, from the smell of it. She told him if anything came up to go to the place—hospital, as soon as possible. She bid him goodbye and walked back in. He hadn’t got any idea where he should go, to the beach, but which direction? There were a lot of things moving on some kind of paths, with wheels so it seemed. Just like the chariot underwater, but these things got four wheels, and they were called cars, and the paths to be more accurate were roads.
He wandered along the road, walking where people walked to be safe, stop when people stopped at some point, and after quite a while he heard the sound of the gushing waves, and he was near to the beach, to the sea now. The Snake mermaid told him, to return to his original merman form, all he needed was to touch the sea water. He founded the beach a few moments later, as the blue sea sparkles from a far, glittering in the sunlight, much like the mirrors of the building he passed by.
He can’t wait to get back. He got loads to tell Gerald, his brother. He strode fast with his long legs; his was quite shocked yesterday to find how easy he could walk without any practice at all. He reached the beach, a lot of people during the day, there’s people in the sea too so it’s not safe to return to the sea. He watched the human doing their stuff; some have big sphere of many colours; bouncing and passing it to another; and some threw something while the other catches. Some just lie there on the sand under a big colourful, jelly-like objects, umbrella they were called.
And then he saw her; he saw the one who made his heart raced. The one who made him abandoned the sea; the one who made him broke the restriction to make contact with the human’s world; the one he had been willing to sacrifice his life for. He had not chosen among his kind for this strong feeling, but after he saw her for the first time, he knew there’s something about this girl that he liked. Something that made it worth to break all the rules. Something called love.
But then, as he was all-aware, his purpose was ceased to triumph. In fact it backfired to himself. How could he talk to the girl? How could he make her love her by being mute? So they say. She looked graceful in the gleaming sand, wearing white dress which playfully and gracefully dancing in the wind. Her bright white hair amazed him; he hadn’t had the chance to see her eyes. She looked beautiful and carefree, as if nothing had happened to him. She got a lot of crowd circling her, some with giant white screen, one woman with a device with her, at some point flashes lights, and there’s a man beside her which told her what she should do. What was she doing?
beshnya! the words are woven beautifully into sentences...nang best! :D
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