rp book .

' waves '

You were, quite literally, a wave. You had a human body, but control waves. Everyday, you'd spot a female with pink hair, skin, and yellow horns, come by the cliffs and smile, always drawing the same painting. She was graceful, and caught your interest. 

As the female grew, you watched her many days watching the view from different angles, capturing the chaos of foam and water in acrylic and oil. One day, when painting at the top of the cliff, she fell, and braced for her death. But it did not come, and instead, your soft arms cradled her and whispered, "Oh no, I cannot destroy something that has loved me so beautifully." 

Your waves surrounded you both, wrapping around her as a blanket. They washed away her tears, and you heard her sob, "You don't understand.."

"I didn't fall. I jumped."