Painting is a faith, and it imposes the duty to disregard public opinion-Vincent Van Gogh
We continue our adventure, venturing deeper and farther into the sea.
The Siren guy saying not a word to me as we swim, he just smirked a little.
After a while of swimming in the deep blue sea, I tried to attempt a conversation but before I could get a word out, I heard an Angelic voice sing.
"Did you hear that? I think that's someone's voice." He stopped swimming and turned to me, "Well should we see if that voice is a friend or foe Lililly?" He said tilting his head awaiting my answer.
"Why did you say that?" I replied and his expression went sour, "Didn't you say that earlier during our-nevermind let us just see where that voice is coming from ay?"
I nodded and followed him to the direction of the voice, did I say something like that before?
Or is he messing with me? Either way, it seems like the longer I stay in this Ocean the more I seem to forget.
"The Ocean is a prize with a lot of surprises, the wise and the young~", The Angelic voice sang.
I never heard something so beautiful before, it made me feel almost insecure about my own voice. I grasp my throat and took a deep breath. "Hey, let's hurry the more I hear this voice the more curious I get." I said causing, The Siren guy to stop and look at me with a smirk, "Heh, you didn't say that about my singing?"
I looked at him and sighed, "Your voice isn't like this one. I'm sorry if that's rude but this voice, when this person sings. I-I feel like I can remember something, something I think I should remember."
The Siren guy's eyes lit up and his face went into some type of perpetual, realization face. He grabbed my arm and this time he swam faster through the water. So fast that everything around me seems to be a blur. Whatever I said must have really triggered him because I never saw him go this fast before.
We kept swimming until we arrived at a shipwreck. The broken-down ship reminded of a Pirate ship because of the broken flag atop of it and it's oval-shaped appearance. "Woah this is extraordinary, but why are we-!"
The singing continued, "Be careful of both~ Because they both have their own ways, their ownnn ways. The sun might fall but they still rise. Ohh~".
The voice sang and now that I was even closer to the voice, inspiration, and memory hit my mind. I started to cry, that voice, the same voice from the middle school I went to. W.why was I remembering this? I don't want to remember!
My eyes flooded with gray tears and I could no longer hear the voice's sweet singing.
My eyes were gray and I suddenly felt the urge to lift up my hand, so I did.
Bursts of torpedo-like water flowed from my hand and I started to smile. The already broken shipwreck started to break more and I ripped the back part of the wreck off to reveal a Siren girl staring at me with horrid eyes.