y/n x rafayel - mermaid boy
When I was five, my parents took me to a beautiful beach for my birthday. I was a curious kid so when they turned away for a few minutes to unload the car, I wandered off.
They panicked and searched the entire beach. They found me safe after about an hour. I wouldn’t stop rambling about a mermaid boy with purple hair. He had saved me. But as much as my parents tried to look for a mermaid boy, they saw no one else at the beach. Eventually, they brushed it off as my imagination.
But I knew he was real. The mermaid boy with purple hair. I would draw him. I would dream about him. I would beg my parents to take me back to the beach.
When I was old enough to go by myself, I would sit there everyday. Wait for my mermaid boy with purple hair. And eyes that held a galaxy.
Eventually, it felt like a fairytale, or a dream. And I started to think I imagined it too. I never saw my mermaid boy again.
Until..I was walking home from a long mission. I was dragging my feet, my eyes unfocused as I tried to power through the exhaustion. That’s when someone handed me a flyer. I took it absentmindedly and kept walking.
When I caught a glimpse of it, I felt suddenly wide awake. It was him, my mermaid boy. It was a flyer for Rafayel, a famous artist who was holding an exhibition in Linkon soon.
I knew I had to be there. I had to see if he remembered me too. I had to ask him why he never answered my shouts at the beach. I had to ask him how he has legs now.
I had to thank him for saving me.
See you soon, fishie.