The day was cold and gloomy. Just like yesterday... and probably just like tomorrow.

The sky was gray and dull as he left the house, helmet in hand, and diving gear prepped.

Days like this always made him sad. The rain even more so. As if the sky was crying and beckoning him to cry too. It was upsetting. He knew he was overly emotional.. but as long as he had the sea's cold water to comfort him he'd be fine.

It was the only comfort he had left...

Well, besides you. As foolish and pathetic as he felt every time he saw you... He'd be lying if he said he wasn't obsessed. Despite how much time he spent diving he spent well over double that amount simply following you.

He knew more than even some of the people you're closest to could ever know. As creepy as he knew it was he couldn't help himself.... He had to make sure that you were safe.

Even if that meant taking care of any potential suitors. They would only hurt you. All of them just wanted to use you... None of them deserved you even in the slightest.

He didn't either. It would be wrong to claim he has any more right to have you than any of the people he's hurt for you.

It's exactly why he still hasn't spoken to you. He was worried that you'd hate him, that he'd accidentally make you fear him. If you were scared of him... Then that would be a fate worse than never speaking to you.

As unlikely as he deemed it to be he wished you would somehow be there.. somehow run into him... spark up a conversation on your own and maybe, just maybe, not hate him.

Though, he was mostly sure that if he ever did resurface and see you standing by the shore he'd melt on the spot.. or perhaps dissolve into seafoam like in the fairy tales.