SybilThorn

"Good day, Mr. Johnson. Do you know, why you are here?" The man in the white coat looks me up and down from beyond his large desk, his metal-rimmed glasses sitting on the tip of his nose, as he skims through a number of papers in front of him. I sigh, "I'm here, because you think I'm crazy. Everyone thinks I'm crazy." "Well, you have to admit that it's an...unlikely story." "Yeah, yeah I know what you mean and quite honestly, if someone told me, I wouldn't believe it either. But I was there! I know what I saw! I am not crazy!" The man in front of me leans back in his large chair, retorting, "Now, now, no need to get angry. I am here to liste

[Chapter Preview]             After dropping the small merman off in the tub upstairs, Devon retreated to his bedroom and locked the door. It was a foolish gesture and he knew it. The fish lad was upstairs. Stuck there. He wouldn’t—he couldn’t—come down on his own. But like a frightened little boy, he bolted lock brought him a sense of comfort. A reminder that for now, at least, he could be alone. Away from the merman. Devon wanted to shut him out with the locked door, but he couldn’t shut Sam out of his head.            This was a bad choice, I made a bad choice…            He paced the room a few time

It’s loving the other flaws Putting up with the in-laws Doing things you don’t want to Or normally would do Sacrificing for the others happiness Biting your lip even if you don’t agree The stupid arguments we all get into Trusting one another Jumping when the other yells Because it’s trust, faith They would never hurt you Or let anything bad happen to you It’s the tears of happiness on your cheek The tears of sorrow we all sometimes weep The warm embrace of arms After a horrible day That soft kiss goodnight The times spent talking Taking an interest in each other’s likes Even if you don’t