[The setting sun's blanketed by storm clouds, setting the horizon a dark grey instead of gold and pink.
The merman's still nowhere to be seen as she reaches the shore, and clings to the rocks for dear life. But it's safe to assume that he isn't far away... waiting for the second her hope gives out, and she lets go of the rocky cliff. Otherwise, with the oncoming storm, she might not live to see the morning.]
wow, i can totally read
The merman's still nowhere to be seen as she reaches the shore, and clings to the rocks for dear life. But it's safe to assume that he isn't far away... waiting for the second her hope gives out, and she lets go of the rocky cliff. Otherwise, with the oncoming storm, she might not live to see the morning.]