A long time ago, when the sun brightened us when water flowed to reveal our thirst, and when the fruits grew for our hunger, an innocent siren who was singing songs on a rock near the beach saw a woman jumping off a cliff. He dived into the water to save the woman without a second thought.
And yet women drowned. Her body and soul were attracted to the depths. Her ears went deaf. Vision got wrinkled. She saw the last sunlight through the bluish liquid that wrapped her and closed her eyes with a smile on her lips.
She drowned.
Drowned.
Drowned.
Until a hand that did not fear the depth she was in, pulled her out.
Rivienne coughed, gasping for fresh air. It was her favourite fairy tale that everyone died in the end.
She slumped against the bathtub wall, looking down at the couple of rubies that stared back at her on the surface. Water that dripped from the newly trimmed golden locks wrinkled them. She sniffled, looking around.
