Novels by Better fish

I Would’ve Bottled You, If You’d Let MeMy dreams always start the same way: a beautiful but deadly meadow full of flowers, stretched across like a never-ending stream. One as far as the eye can see.I would walk into the flowers following a scent I knew one that by mind body and soul, I had a habit of buying every thing that smelled like it whenever I had the chance, the smell of warm milk and an undertone of sea salt, it sent a shiver to my stomach and an insatiable craving.I walked through the field of flower the tiny, delicate bell-shaped flowers dangle from a slender, arching green stem like a string of whispered secrets, a breeze passed over the field and the smell of milk and the soft scent of the flowers entered my nose it soothed my erratic soul and I continued on my journey not knowing how far and how long I had been walking for .I continued walking until a gap replac

“So that’s two ways?” i tried to lighten the situation, it was wrong of me to look into the darkness when I had been warned, but that voice I had no idea why but it became an itch at the back of my head I just couldn’t scratch, remembering had never been a problem to me, I just thought of it and the memory floated right back up but this time, I just couldn’t remember much and it was driving me crazy.Caius sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “It depends on the kind of fairy though. Your death could be slow… or fast. Could be a dream-leech or a soul-eater. Some of them want your body. Others want your mind. But once you’re marked…” he paused“You start unraveling,” he said softly. “Piece by piece.”I felt Alex’s arms around me tighten and I was pressed closer to his chest, I looked up but he was just staring straight ahead at Caius, he didn’t blink like he was afraid the minute moment would cause himto skip important information.Caius continued. “It starts small forgetting things, h

Alex’s arms are warm.Warm, steady, grounded.Like a heartbeat that refused to waver, even as mine tripped over itself with every step he took.I clung to him, not that I had a choice. My tail was long and heavy, still slick from the stream, dragging behind us and leaving a wet trail through the underbrush.I hated how useless I felt outside of water, and the elegant look in water was gone. In water, it looked like birds' wings floating around me like a halo; now it just lay flat and damp, almost lifeless.but I didn’t say anything. Not when he held me in his arms like this.I will not regret my decision to go home.I pushed my face into Alex’s chest and inhaled his scent like I needed it to breathe.I groaned against his neck, “You smell so good”“Thank you?&rd

I gripped my hands to hard they hurt, my nails digging into my skin, I could smell the blood in the air, and from the way Alex furrowed his brows he probably could as well.He held my hand softly slowly unfurling it, his eyes filled with confusion, “You’re hurt? How”I gave no answer, my smile never left my face, this wasn’t a dream…I’m not alone.he came back.He gently washed away the blood in the stream watching it as it quickly healed itself.When the skin had finally closed up he nodded.I just watched him, he was so beautiful.Maybe I had never seen another human, minus the red haired once I just saw, but Alex is my star.I stared deep into his dark eyes, I felt like I was floating in space, just watching him made me feel like I was floating in the air“We’re leaving” Alex said in finality.Just like that I was dragged back to the ground.I watched Alex my mouth opened to say something but no words coming out.I coughed, “You're leaving” my voice was small hoarse.Alex looked c

The familiar feeling of being submerged in a memory washed over me.The air was heavy….thick with the dark feeling of despair.I felt as if the very life around me was being siphoned away, the moisture in my skin vanishing as if pulled by an unseen force. My vision blurred, the world dissolving into nothingness until all that remained was me and a child.I stood in the middle of the memory, but this time I wasn’t seeing the memory through the eyes of a participant; this time I was an observer. I was watching, feeling.I sat next to a childThe child’s dark hair fell over his eyes, but I instinctively knew who it was.-Alex- curled against a wall, knees pulled to his chest. His clothes were thin, dirty, torn at the edges.I knew because I could feel mine aching, too, a sharp, excruciating pain. I wanted to keel over and vomit the water in my stomach, but this child that was no older than nine kept silent, his arms littered with bruises.I sat beside him and looked for any pain in his ey

Caius stretched out in the passenger seat, sighing in pure satisfaction. "Money is really nice."I hummed in agreement. It was convenient. This was probably the first time I had actually used my own money. The Director had always provided everything.I never wanted for anything enough to reach for my own wallet. It felt strange… but nice. "So, where to now?""I’m going to buy cake.""Cake?" I kept my eyes on the road, scanning for a bakery. "Yes. My friend asked for one." Caius tilted his head, studying me. Then, with an exaggerated sigh, he draped a hand over his chest. "Your friend again. You must really love them… I, as your master, am positively drowning in jealousy."I rolled my eyes, ignoring him until a shop caught my attention up ahead. Slowing the RV, I found a suitable place to park, barely sparing a glance at the people gawking at the vehicle."I’ll be right back." Caius hummed in response. I could hear the faint vibration of the massage setting on his seat. Of