* Sorry for the wait! Here's the second and final chapter.


Phillip slept, his cheek against the moist sand, when he was awoken by an excited cry.

"Phillip! Phillip, wake up, I'm doing it! I'm doing it!"

Phillip pushed himself up groggily and looked over towards the source of the sound. He sat up completely and gasped. Syrena was walking. And well, too. She looked just like a normal girl. But better.

Because she wasn't a normal girl, she was a mermaid. A mermaid with a heart.

"Syrena, you did it!" Phillip exclaimed, scrambling to his feet.

"I know!" She cried, walking over to him.

He smiled, wrapping one arm around her waist he brought up his other hand to caress her cheek.

"You're different, Syrena. You really are."

Syrena smiled, eyes gleaming with tears of happiness. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.


The sun was just beginning to set as Syrena walked over to sit next to Phillip who was sitting in the sand by the water's edge, staring out into the glittering waters.

"What are you thinking about?" She asked curiously, settling down next to him.

"Everything." Phillip replied vaguely.

"Like what?" Syrena pressed.

"It's a funny world we live in, Syrena. I always figured I'd fall in love with a religious woman."

Syrena's heart sank and she made to take off into the ocean.

But Phillip grasped her hand gently.

"But you're better."

"I'm not even a real woman though, Phillip. How could you care about me?"

"You're real enough for me." He whispered and kissed her, "I love you."

"I love you too."