— — -

she sighed as the heaviness of the subject weighed on her mind. turning away, she recounted the things that helped to ground her during these rough times. looking out the window, she had to admit that there had been better days; that this was only a small bump in the road.

— — -

She sighed, picking up her phone one last time. “I wonder what all the fuss is about?” she quietly asked herself. The bright light illuminated her dark room, momentarily blinding her in the process.

Looking around, she

— — -

Looking to her left, she saw him asleep, still holding her hand in his.

His face looked soft under the streaks of sunlight that managed to seep through the curtain.

Caught up between the arms of her lover and the blanket that covered them, she looked up at the cieling.

Looking to her left, she saw him asleep, still holding her hand in his.

His face looked soft under the streaks of sunlight that managed to seep through the curtain.

“I wonder,” she started, causing the man next to her to slightly move around, adjusting the arms that were tightly wrapped around her. “It’s funny how we managed to last this long, huh?”

“What do you mean?” he asked, his voice muffled as he spoke into her hair. She changed her focus from the cieling to the blanket.

“Well…none of this would be considered ‘traditional’, now would it?” she asked.

She wasn’t exactly wrong about it; they never had the constant contact that most couples would usually have. While they did love each other very much, the most they were able to do was think of each other and bask in the things that reminded one of the other. It wasn’t an easy way to go about things at first, but the two quickly adjusted to it as time went on.

“It’s not but that’s also okay,” he pulled her closer. “we make it work and that’s all that matters.”

And he wasn’t wrong about that at all; in fact, it became their new “normal” and neither of them really found themselves questioning any of it until now.

It had been a week since he and Andre had spoken; another aurgument caused by something so insignificant, yet it managed to create a huge rift between the two. Isaac was sure this was the last straw and had been planning on keeping up the act of ignoring Andre until the other boy had gotten the hint.

Still, he couldn’t help but think about how different things could’ve been handled as his fingers moved on their own, forming run on sentences and typos — but none of the mattered at the moment. Right now he was throwing his thoughts onto the digital document; things only meant for his eyes and his eyes only.

Slightly moving his bangs to the side, he let out a deep sigh, unsatisfied with everything going on in his life so far. First he had been confused over who he truly was, and now he had to deal with an argument with his best friend that was completely uncalled for, *especially when none of it was his fault?*

‘Typical Andre,’ the brunette thought to himself. ‘Of course I was the one who started all of this. It’s *never him*.’ he shook his head softly, refusing to accept the automatic position he had been placed in.

Content with what he managed to let out, he stretches and decides to check his phone.

Fifty missed calls from Andre, and one text message. The text simply contained the words “Answer, fucker.” and nothing more. Isaac could already imagine how great his best friend’s anger had become knowing he wasn’t given the attention he sought for when he called him after the first time.

Staring at the cieling and contemplating on his next move, he decides to call the angry boy back. Repeatedly reminding himself to not stoop to Andre’s level, no matter how tempting it may be, he presses the ‘Call’ button.

“Hello?” He shakily asked, the fear very much evident in his tone of voice. Great. There goes acting unbothered. Now he’d be seen as vulnerable *and* a target of the black haired boy’s wrath.

“Why in the fuck did you not answer the first time I called?!” Andre angrily shouted into the phone.

“Was busy.” was all he managed to reply with. The fear had been replaced with slight frustration.

“Yeah, right. Bullshit. I know you were inside the whole fucking day as always, Isaac.” He countered.

Getting up from his seat to his bed, he made himself comfortable. “No clue what you mean. Mom was busy so I tagged along. Just got home.”

A dramatic gasp could be heard on the other side of the line. “Isaac, *busy?!* Only an idiot would believe that.” “And you’re not one?” “Fuck off.”

“I pass.” He happily answered, knowing how it easily ticked Andre off.

“That’s not what I meant, you dumbfuck!” He shouted at the brunette.

The silence had been quickly replaced with

The mere thought of her giving in caused her eyes to water, yet she didn’t seem to mind at all.

Walking towards the river she softly sighed, bending down near the edge. “Lots of things wouldn’t really be affected without me here,” she said. “in fact, none of it has any meaning in the first place. I’m right, aren’t I?” she asked aloud, her tired eyes only focusing on the small abyss that quietly flowed in front of her.

As if to respond to her question, the water only became a tad bit louder. The only thing that managed to escape her lips was a small chuckle. It’s as if the sound of the water responding to her thought process being irrational and silly had been a confirmation of some sort.

“However,” she began. “it never truly seems as though anyone will ever get who I am as a person; the mere thought of fitting in sounds like a dream only a child would wholeheartedly believe in. The only way to go about things is to accept the reality of the situation — that I am, in fact, a bother to everyone, and everything.” She proudly stated, content at the fact that no one could object and make her think otherwise.

Letting out a scream of that had been a mix of both anger and sadness, her voice began to grow hoarse as it rose, reaching only the trees and animals surrounding it.

“I wonder if it’s all my fault; if I really am the reason why they all left. Wouldn’t changing myself defeat the purpose of being myself in the first place?!” She loudly asked as the pain in her throat grew ever more appearent.

Watching the little fish float about in the water made her wish she too could start anew and mindlessly go about through the notions, just as the tiny creature did. No people to talk to, no relationships to maintain, and absolutely no emotional rollercoasters to involuntarily take part of!

Letting out another sigh, she softened her gaze on the water. “Amelia the fish….I quite like the sound of that.” she said, a tinge of happiness now found in her voice.

Although she herself knew how childish that alone had sounded, she contently got up and dusted off her dress, which had been slightly affected by her earlier walk towards the river.

Quickly turning around to head back to her destination, she marched happily, humming with every sway she made.

Although life had seemed hopeless, it was only for a moment. Amelia knew this very well, but just as the fish had been going through life despite its rough moments, she found solace in that fact alone.

She also came to realize that people will come and go, and that alone shouldn’t scare her and make her resort to creating a new personality for herself.

Profusely thanking the fish in her mind, she made a mental note to remind herself the next time life felt too heavy for her small shoulders.

Becoming a fish now would only hinder her from improving on the things she needed to fix about herself.

For now, she will stay as Amelie the human.