The splash of water echoed throughout the cracked stone walls, bouncing between the abandoned ruin village and through harsh overgrown vegetation. Now silence fell still as the surface hit up against chipped rocks, until it flattened perfectly on the top once more; hiding the struggles below.

A stung blurred his vision, his breathing enclosed itself as he had sharply collapsed into the water with his body already preparing for descend. As his eyes widen, his hands covering his mouth and nose, and himself sinking further. He had realized, he hadn't prepare enough.

His mind clogged with overwhelming thoughts penetrating within him. Allowing the saltwater to surround him in a tight hug, stinging through his irises; quickly trying to scan outwards in the nightly moonlit waters.

Refocusing was useless as he didn't have any sort of eye covers to protect his sensitive sight, only giving him obscured structures be formed within his view.

He closed his eyes briefly, soothing his mind whilst clenching his teeth, withholding the pain that rambles throughout his head.

He peeled open his eyes once more.

It did nothing.

He repeated the action more until he felt tears—or he assumed was—seeping from his sockets and dripping on his flushed cheeks.

Feeling his chest tighten, his mind fuzzy, and his hands hoarding a lot of salty sweat developing around heated skin. He held his grip firm around his mouth and nostrils, doing nothing as he sank further and further into the flooded lands that he had once called his home.

He needed to breathe.

Tension pushed in his stomach as he felt a touch against his shoulder, his heart squeezing as his head snapped to stare at the creature before him.

His hair flowed nicely with the water, preforming the arts of no gravity. His eyes so translucent his redden and blue veins were visible. His facial features avoid of once human; nose flattened down, ears pressed firm against his head, his mouth pale and dry.

He wasn't the same.

And he knew his lover wouldn't be.

Even as his lover's nails dug into his flesh with his sharp nails, holding him in place as he showed his razor teeth that grew in his mouth; more had found home inside.

He could picture the Siren in front of him as his lover.

That lover that had a gentle laugh at the stupidest things he had found funny.

That lover that would hit him on his head for hurting himself because he wanted to do more dangerous activities.

That lover that would hold him tightly during the summer nights because he claimed he was cold.

That lover that would light up when he got any chances to speak about his new thing he had spent hours researching and deeply diving in it.

That lover that kissed his cheeks over and over again, whispering his vows of undying love he had for him.

That lover.

He felt his body relaxed at the touches that stabbed its way inside his flesh, his wounds seeping with the water in a rosey tint. The sharpness of pain as his lover clamp his multipled teeth down his neck, ripping out a piece and eating it.

And all he could do was smile warmly at his lover.

His lover.

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Inspiration Note: this short is inspired by my own world I built and is still in current development, of making my Boylove story, that might not even get published.

Thank you for reading!