The wind whistled outside.
It was cold. That didn't bother her. It was dark. That didn't bother her either. Being stuck in the same place though... That flooded her with a lonesome no one could wash away.
There were days like this one, when her feelings would swirl and diffuse rapidly throughout her being. There was no way to explain, no way to make one understand. She could only sit and weep. The poor little sirena stuck under the waves.
The wind whistled outside...though she wouldn't be able to tell. Nothing rustled down on the ocean floor.
Horrible thoughts would rise, taking her under. No matter for no one heard her over the roar of the surf. Water filled there ears. No one heard her calls.
Though she had oceans of emotion in her eyes, no one can tell what's in the water by looking at the surface.
