Meridian walked on the берег line, the water slipping over her feet like sheets of liquid sky. She looked at the sunset, the wind blowing at her white hair, like snow. She sighed and looked into the water as it came and went. "I am going to die, all because of the Curse of the White Hair." Her silver eyes scanned the shore, as she came upon a рыба flopping on dry sand. With the quick motion of her wrist, sea water became and orb around the small fish, allowing it to live another день of life.
She whispered at the small fish, "You get to live another день oh Small Insignificant Fish.Because of me, because someone was there who cared, who wanted, Ты to live. But no, not me."
She brought the рыба closer to herself, and looked so close at the рыба that was only millimeters form her face. She whispered at it again and сказал(-а) with a sad face that was so serious and solemn, "No i'm going to die because no one will ever Любовь me, no boy anyway.If i reach the age of 20, without a love, i will die in my sleep, that is if something doesn't kill me first. But Ты won't die to день Fish. and not over some ferkakta curse." Meridian's mind threw the рыба back into the water, and walked back along the shore. She looked back at her footprints and when the water came so quickly and made them disappear like no one had ever walked it. Her eyes saddened, thought, Thats exactly who i'll be some one only a few see then, i'm gone, and no one even remembers i was there.
She looked up to the sky, "Just think about it then. A queen, dying over a curse for beauty. How beautiful i must be," she scoffed at the words, "that they are afraid to Любовь me."
She bent over and picked up a rock the size of her palm and formed it into a small horse and a rider, "Where is my Prince Charming now? Are Ты ever coming for me?" and she kissed the rock, and threw it into the ocean, and kept walking.