A Mermaid Is Falling In Love With Words

> Note: This has not been beta read by anyone or checked over for spelling or grammar feedback Note: This is an unfinished snippet of an idea based on a random prompt. There are gaps that could in the future be filled in and obvious space to expand and continue. The first one she finds is an accident, she’s hiding you see from everyone else and their cruel words and pointed stares. Either way, she’s minding her very own business when it ‘thunks’ into her head, it being a floating bottle. Inside is a crumpled bit of paper gushing with unfulfilled promises & hope. She is quite frankly in love. Never had she felt such warmth before in her chest before today, not in all her years of living in the sea had she read such words. And while they were not necessarily directed at herself she felt they must be some sort of a sign. Fervently she hoards the words into her heart. This is just the beginning though. She can't go out and hunt for more but the ones from the bottle she cherishes deeply keeping them close to her heart, constantly examining and turning them around in her mind, never far from her thoughts. When she finds the next one she's shocked, how can someone feel like this still and not wither away from the longing. Again she reads it and her chest fills with a glowing warmth. Is this love? Can you love an idea of a person? Is it even a person or just her most feverish hopes manifesting itself into the ocean? After the second one, she starts looking for them. Discreetly of course, if anyone heard of what she was doing shunning would be the least of her worries. Of course, she quickly runs into the problem of not knowing really where they’re coming from. For her ocean is vast though not never-ending the currents bring things from every which way. No matter, she holds the words when she finds them deep within herself. Using them to boaster her self confidence as she travels further When the third one ‘thunks’ her on her head one evening she knows it's officially a sign. There can be no other explanation behind this. Destiny is calling her and she must answer. She could not just leave whoever is on the other side of these words alone. So off she sets, with nary a glance behind her at the people who whispered behind her back, off to find the hand that wrote such passionate words that sparked love and joy in her heart.