[ WP ] People that die in the ocean become mermaids

When I lost control of the wheel my grasp on the world around me slipped away. The pounding in my head when I came to was like jackhammers on pavement. I felt my gears grinding, my thoughts twisting and scraping against each other, rather than streamlining and flowing cleanly. There was blood everywhere, but it was n't all mine. Serena was unconscious beside me, I noticed a large chunk of metal that had seared through her femoral artery and I cursed under my breath. I checked the horizon. The beach was close, but would I make it? I untangled myself from the seat belt, I could still taste the liquor on my breath and I could not even begin to describe the hatred I felt for myself. I managed to pry her lose of the seat and drag her out behind me. 
 
 I ran full speed to the water despite the fact that my ankle felt horribly mangled. I knew this was her only chance. I let her down so many times I knew I could n't let her down this one last time. The echo of her pleading voice moments before the crash still rang in my head. 
 
 I knew I should n't have had that one last drink. 
 
 The sun was peaking its head through the mountains, her breath was ragged and we were leading a trail of blood over the rocks and sand. When I made it to the water, I dunked her in. I was n't worried anymore. The waves rose to meet her, to consume her life form and make her one with the sea. 
 
 I knew if there was any place she felt more at home, it was here. 
 
 I sat on the beach crying, knowing nothing would ever be like it was before when I heard a familiar voice. 
 
 There she was, 20 feet away. 
 
 `` I do n't blame you, Jack. I'm not angry. I wish you well.'' 
 
 `` Can I see you again? Will you meet me here?'' She would never age, she would always be as beautiful as she appeared now, while I would grow to be an old man, and if I were lucky, find my way to the sea. 
 
 `` Of course I will. I will see you again, when the time is right. But for now, you have to go.'' 
 
 As I sit here now, on this very beach, skipping stones, the smell of her hair returns to me with such vivid clarity, the way her cheek dimpled when she smiled, and when her eyes closed ever so slightly when she enjoyed a nice cup of tea. I know she's watching me from the water and I feel like she's my guardian angel, protecting me the way I could never protect her.
