What was supposed to be a romantic dive for two turned into a lonely plunge.
As I swam through the sea, savoring my solitude, I suddenly found myself ensnared in a fisherman’s net, my tail hopelessly tangled.
Panic surged through me as I struggled desperately to break free, but my efforts were in vain. My strength was slowly ebbing away.
By the time I managed to free myself from the net and return to shore, my legs were covered in blood.
The crew quickly called for an ambulance.
Just before being wheeled into the emergency room, my phone buzzed with a text from his youthful first love.
“He only sees you as my stand-in.”
“How can a fake like you compete with me?”
Conrad had an ideal muse he could never forget.
Three years ago, Maya Jones, Conrad's youthful first love, was diagnosed with a terminal illness. The doctors giving her only a short time to live.
Leaving her boyfriend behind, she traveled to a foreign country, intending to await her end in solitude.
Conrad was shattered by the sudden breakup. That prompted him to plunge into a deep depression.
At that time, I met Conrad in a quaint seaside town. I had been injured and stranded, my tail shimmering with golden hues under the scorching sun. In the end, I dragged my injured, exhausted body toward the fishing village.
Conrad found me and rescued me, bringing in a doctor to heal my wounds. He said my eyes held little stars and that my smile shimmered like light reflecting off snow-covered trees in winter.
We met, fell in love and shared a beautiful, romantic time together.
Yet, he often gazed at me with a wistful look, as if searching for someone else within me.
Returning to the day of our engagement, Conrad pulled me into his arms, his excitement palpable as he vowed never to let me down.
I teased him, saying, "If you ever do, I’ll hide where you’ll never find me!"
Conrad playfully tapped my upturned nose, his voice full of affection, "If I let you down, then my punishment will be to never find you."
When I was washed up on the beach, my injuries were severe and I was barely clinging to life.
The crew quickly called for an ambulance, rushing me to the hospital for emergency care.
Just before being wheeled into the operating room, I received a text from Conrad’s youthful first love, oozing with taunts and provocation.
While I was in crisis, Conrad had been with his first love. Their reunion had ignited a blazing passion.