The sobs got to her before the tears did, bringing her head farther and farther forward, the more she tried to hold it in. She let herself fall backwards, leaving the chocolates on her lap as her back hit the dock. Bargaining… She knew that was what Jazz did, reduce things to their meanings, the simplest parts, but it was driving Sam crazy it made her feel like a robot, like a brain following a pre-coded set of rules when all she wanted was her friend back. What had she been expecting? Him to smell it? That it would summon his ghost? That he would come back from the dead for a box of chocolates? She picked up a piece, feeling the weight of it, feeling the way the chocolate smeared across her palm in the heat of the night air… and threw it, as far as she could, out into the water. They’d had it at Danny’s funeral, and no one had been able to take a bite… The two were always fighting over it, the special peppermint kind that they usually only sold at Christmas, and would hoard throughout the year, caught between wanting to save it for later, and wanting to eat it before the other… It was the fudge that Danny used to hide from his Dad, mark all over with Do Not Touch signs, and sneak down to steal from his father’s share. And no matter how many times she went over the situation in her head, how many times she rewrote it to have them leaving, picking another game, another place, another time… It didn’t change anything.Īnd knowing that didn’t change the fact that there she was, sitting on the dock, just before sunset, with a box of Danny’s favorite fudge laying in her hands. Denial was a part of the grieving process.

It was stupid and pointless and… perfectly normal. It wasn’t like it was the first time she thought she’d seen the back of his head, or heard him call her name when the silence got the better of her. She’d passed out from lack of oxygen and hallucinated, or dreamed, or her brain had just superimposed his features on someone else. By the time she finally found her way home she was practically dry and her parents were a little mad that she was out so late, but that was hardly anything new… And she wasn’t about to admit she’d gone out swimming, alone, at night, a week after Danny’s funeral.īesides, it wasn’t like she’d actually seen anything. Sam didn’t tell anyone what had happened, and nobody really asked. Anonymous asked: hey will you ever write a sequel for that merman au you did in april cause i really REALLY liked it and i'm curious to see where you would have taken it

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