“Boo hoo,” Celia mocked. “What are you gonna do? Cry?”
“Actually, no because I’m a fish,” I said, smirking in response.
“But you look. . . human. What are you, you satanic creature?” Celia demanded, shaking with fear.
“A fish-human. So a mer-person. But. . . different.”
“That’s gross,” she said, and a sneer formed on my lying face. She did not know what was coming to her: gills.
“Hey, if Belle could fall in love with a beast then who is to say that I’m gross,” I responded.
“Listen, no one could fall in love with a fish with one eye. It just doesn’t happen,” she sniffs.
“Hey, if Twitter finds Nick Wilde hot, everybody has someone who loves them,” I respond.
Then I leap out of the water and bite her left arm off at the elbow. Yumm.
“Augh,” she said. “Now I’ll never be able to find love. Maybe I will just have to settle for you.”
Her legs were morphing into one fish tail, and I smile for the first time.
“We’ll be together forever,” I say, as her gills sprout around her neck and she starts choking on air.
And in that moment, we both dropped dead, for there was no water nearby for us to breathe.