The Merman, My Man by Black Velvet Chapter 200
The Merman, My Man by Black Velvet Chapter 200
Be that as it may, the dark silhouette was already gone when I swiftly hurried past several bars and finally arrived at the edge of the bridge. It was no different from when I had looked at the edge of the canal while I was onboard the gondola not too long ago—there was no one there.
Was that you, Dicken? Where are you? Just now, was that really you?
I stood on one end of the bridge, my soul seemingly disembodied even as I stretched my eyes wide, searching. I did not care as the downpour pelted me, soaking through my clothes.
Even so, I could no longer see that dark silhouette, and I had to lean on the scaffolding as I gasped for breath. Looking upon the surface of the river, I found my reflection robbing and left in pieces from the pouring rain.
The alcohol that I had just drunk was burning my nerves, and my mind was an utter mess. I had to wonder if I was drunk right then, and was actually seeing things.
To tell the truth, I wanted to cry—but I laughed instead, because I found my crazy behavior laughable. Eventually, I yelled loudly once in the downpour like a drunkard, clenched my fist and smashed it hard into concrete, dropped to the floor as I clutched my head, which felt as if it was emptied just then.
Hope seemed to be gradually distancing itself from me, leaving only the sounds of rain. I suddenly felt utterly lonely, like that poor bug abandoned in the middle of the infinite universe.
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