Love is a Dangerous Game

Four Months Later (10)

For such a long time, I did nothing but stare into what could’ve been my life, eat, drink water, and enter the ocean while we were sirens. I noticed my aunt began to age, little by little, drifting away from me. When she wasn’t transformed, wrinkles formed under her eyes, and she had stray gray hairs. I was only nineteen, and my aunt disapproved, but I began drinking. It was my only escape. I would travel for days on end, just to purchase liquor.

“Lorelai, please-” I tossed down another bottle. I lay sprawled on the couch, with about ten bottles on the ground before me. “You’ll get sick!” My aunt continued pressing me to stop… but I refused to listen to her. Besides, what could happen? The ocean decides when I die. I can do whatever I want, and I will, in order to live this life fast. The sooner I die, the better for everyone.

Then one day, I got a letter. I was sitting in my room, getting over a hangover, when my aunt walked in slowly, without saying a word, and set the familiar brown envelope on my bedside table. Could it be? Did Lawrence write me? No… he couldn’t have. I was a hazard… he wasn’t safe with me. Or even in contact with me. But even still, I ripped open the envelope rapidly. It read:

Dear Lorelai,

I miss you. I know, it’s risking a lot me writing you, but I couldn’t stop myself. You’d think seeing my love nearly die at the hands of the ocean would scare me away, but it only made me want to protect you more. I hate seeing you hurt, and I’m sorry I was the reason the ocean found you. I’m so so sorry. Please forgive me, and write soon. Even if I don’t see you again, I need to hear your voice. Your words, at least. I love you. I know I will never love someone the same again. My heart is set on you, Lorelai.

Yours Truly,

Lawrence

I could imagine the tears falling down his cheek, and his teeth chattering as he wrote those last lines. He was mine and I was his… so what was separating us? Really, I only transformed once a month, for a week… the rest of my time could be set aside solely for him…

But no. I couldn’t be with him. I was a danger towards him. I’d rather never see him than risk his safety. He’ll find love with someone else… right? My destiny is to serve as a siren… besides, the ocean has given me immortality. I’ll die when she decides so. Who knows… Lawrence’s grandchild could be dead when I die. Who knows how long I’ll suffer?

All of a sudden, my vision grew weak, my head ached, and I collapsed.