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The Devil in the Mirror

Chapter 29

Rose's POV:

I watched him as he walked silently along the beach. Well, not silently. He calmly played his flute, the melody blending with the soothing crash of the waves on the shore. I sighed, and leaned up against the boulder, allowing for the water to embrace my body with each wave. My tail swished in the sea water, whacking against the edges against the rock.

I wanted him to notice me, to love me. I hoped he would.

I wished I could speak. I longed to be able to sing again. But I couldn't, it was the only way to keep my legs, to spend time with him.

"Boo!" I jumped as arms wrapped around me, steadying me.

I spun in his embrace, hitting his chest lightly at my annoyance. He knew I hated surprises.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry! Geez, would you stop hitting me!" He pouted, laughing slightly as he released me.

I let let out a puff of air and crossed my arms over my chest in annoyance. His smile softened considerably, and he put a hand gently on my shoulder, "hey, I'm sorry. Look, I'll make it up to you. Come with me," he grabbed for me hand, leading me out of the palace.

His large hands covered my eyes as he gently guided me around, and every so often I would stumble or trip, forcing him to wrap his arms around me. Eventually, he just figured carrying me would be easier, and he picked me up, not that I would complain. Well, technically I couldn't, but still.

"Alright, here we are! Watch your step, and open your eyes!"

I did as I was told, and was shocked to see we were standing on the shore. The moon was out and reflecting serenely against the calm water, the occasional splash the only sound. I smiled and I jumped up, tightly hugging him before dashing out into the waves, enjoying the comfort of the familiar environment.

Soon enough, hd was joining me, laughing as we splashed around. Still unsure of my new legs, I stumbled quite a bit in my excitement, nearly toppling into the water. He caught me each time though. I knew he would.

On one specific stumble, his arms happened to lock around me waist as he held me in a dip-like position. We gazed into each other's eyes, before I closed mine, and he followed. When our lips met, I felt electricity buzz through my veins.

"Andy," I gasped out, shocking the both of us.

His eyes widened and he smiled brilliantly, "you can talk," he murmured in awe.

I nodded simply before pulling his lips back to mine.

Notes

All right! So I made 4 fairytale chapters with alterations.

The first one (Peter pan) stood for Rose's desire to never grow up.
the second one (Alice in wonderland) represented how she wanted to stay in insanity
the third one (Cinderella) was Rose's desire to be with andy, along with the fact that she never used to take charge of her life
the final one (the little mermaid) represented her growing up, and figuring out what she wanted

make sense? Maybe? No?