“Quit trying to fix me when you need to just fix yourself.” // Demetrius & Ophelia
Ophelia looked at her brother stoically, crossing her arms over her chest. “Is that what you really think?”
Her hands balled into fists as she stared the merman down. “You don’t know anything! None of you get it! You’re all so stubborn -- so sure that this is the only way of life there is!” She waved her hands wildly. Underneath the water, they felt weighted, fettered. She had never noticed how heavy the water was before. How slowly you had to move underneath it.
“This -- This pride, it’s holding you back! You could be so much more on land, Demi.” She swam to him, her tail feeling awkward after days walking on legs. How strange! When she had first went on land, she had felt the opposite.
She took her brother’s hands in hers, looked beseechingly in his eyes. “I’ve made up my mind. I’m making the switch, for real. I’m begging you ... Just come on land, just once. If only to visit me.”
As much as they bickered, as annoying as he could be, Ophelia didn’t want this to be the last time she saw her brother. She didn’t want this to be goodbye for good. Even though her mind was made up ... She was still scared. Even if she couldn’t admit it to anyone, even herself.
