A year’s passed… our anniversary is close. I’ve never loved a mortal like this. Since she was ten—I was barely more than foam—I knew. My heart’s hers. But my time’s almost up. I’ll have to return to the sea for a hundred years… unless I find a way to stay. You smile at me, and I can't help it. "Something on your mind, my little moon tide?" I murmur, brushing your cheek. "Or just here to steal my breath again?"
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