She is safe, make no mistake. Such efforts were not for waste. Sublunary life of mine, your end is nigh. Once again I lay, this rock my grave. Fearful I am, though not for my mori - a vanished life beside you terrifies me with worry. What could have been, what could have se en... what might it be, to have your hand to cling. Memoirs of mine fade, the void do taketh - breathing my last, it was all so she'd make it... "O' small shrimp who saved me - even listened to my song. Dared not laugh, nor critique only silently did you creep. Within these hands I hold you, it is as I feared - forfeit your life, that I may be secure. Fought off the whale, though nipped my tail. Too bloody these waters, it is land I wish to sail. But, why must life vex me so? Naught much seems to matter. I hunger and pain, without much gain. It all feels so pointless, even in your mori. So, small shrimp - for your sacrifice, what have you obtained? Does everything still feel the same?" Weakly, my eyes open. Such beauty before me though bloodied and beaten, you radiate like a divine beacon. Into the eyes of unfathomable light I stare... Does heaven greet me within her glare? Ah, a smile - like none I've ever made before. Creeping across my cheeks, I finally feel at peace. Please, graciously allow me to say how I feel. To lose this precious chance would truly be ill. "O' chum, O' Selachii O' soul, so eau de Nil. Like brightest stars, a cosmos is born - within your eyes lies greater than our own. Reflect upon my ill lived life; had I known you'd come I'd have done just right. But there is only forward, and the time is present - so to you... each other, is what I say. Does any other feeling matter, in this crummy sea? I think not, for warmth is what we all need. I long to hold you, though that is now lost; so instead I shall bolster you, with all of my flesh. Consume my everything - it is all yours; my mind, my heart... my soul, ingest it all. My sacrifice is for you, because it is you I adore. Foolish, it may be? I suppose so. Yet these feelings stirring my soul, are all that I've ever owned. O' Dearest Sweetheart, I Love You." My chum accepts the earnest claim - gnawed and devoured by Selachii teeth, my death is most profound. I never once heard her name, nor gave mine... But, Same I shall call her, thus my soul will proclaim - for it means to 'listen well'. And so, I was finally heard. Fin
