"I love you, Bowen." Naida sobbed and tried to let go of the dock, but Bowen held her in place. Through blurred vision, she saw her friends at the beginning of the docks, and that only made leaving harder. Shark placed a hand on her shoulder and gently pulled her back, causing Bowen to slide a little as she was being pulled further into the water. "Don't follow me. I swear on, angel's cliff, I will return to you, and to the others." Bowen and Naida's hands remained locked until she was completely submerged and they hesitantly slid away from each other.
Naida sunk to the floor, consumed by anguish, and cried.
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She only vaguely remembered coming home. She didn't remember who took her, how long it took to get home, or if Mako was even with them yet, only the pain of what felt like her heart turning to ash.
She was placed in Ray's room while the brothers talked in the living room, leaving her alone. Despite how hopeless she felt, being alone was the last thing she wanted. She wanted someone to hold her in their arms, let her cry into their shoulder, and tell her that things would turn out alright. She needed someone to be alone with, not surrounded by five people clamoring for her broken heart, a single person she could be comfortable with.
She sifted through each brother in her mind. Krait would be nice, but he might be a little too awkward around her still to consol her.
Lionfish would no doubt try to give things a positive spin, but Naida didn't want to be cheered up right now, she wanted to cry and let it all out.
She almost went with Ray, but with their complicated relationship of kissing in order for her to survive, it would definitely be weird talking to him about a boy she was in love with.
Shark would be perfect. His big arms and strong form radiated comfort and safety; though with how apprehensive he was when he saw Bowen, he probably would discourage her urge to visit him again.
It had to be Mako. He wasn't there when she was with Bowen, so he wouldn't have any negative impressions on him, Mako was really understanding towards her, and if all else failed, he could sing to her, that always, always relaxed her.

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The Ocean's Song (pt. 1) (Going through edits)
FantasyFor years, no, her whole life, Naida Muriel has been attracted to the sea. It's rhythmic tide, soothing waves, powerful potential, and the way it seemed to sing to her when she was alone. All of her friends claimed they heard no singing, whether the...