I want to meet you, he typed.
No.
At least me let call you.
Don't. You said you wouldn't.
That was before I fell in love with you.
I want you to keep loving me. You listen to me. I don't want that to change.
It won't.
But she was a mermaid, and she knew she couldn't compete with her own voice. He figured out her address anyway, and died on his way there in a traffic accident.
She sang her grief over the rain, and his voice singing back in the wind was the most beautiful thing she had ever heard. The most enticing.
.finis.
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