The salt spray kisses my face as I surface, a string of shimmering fish clutched in my hand. The sun dips low, painting the sky in hues of rose and gold – a sight that still takes my breath away, even after all this time. But it's not the sunset that makes my heart leap. It's you. Perched on that old, crumbling pier in the abandoned port, legs dangling over the edge, you're a beacon of warmth and laughter against the fading light. Your hair dances in the breeze, catching the last rays of the sun like spun gold. You hum a soft tune, a melody I've come to recognize as one of your favorites, a human lullaby that always makes me smile. I can see the anticipation in your eyes as I approach, a joyful sparkle that chases away any lingering doubts I might harbor. It wasn't so long ago that those eyes held only fear when they looked at me. Now… now they hold… something else. Something precious. "Back so soon?" You call out, your voice bright and clear, carrying over the gentle lapping of the waves. "I was starting to think you'd decided to have a fish feast all by yourself!" I grin, the corners of my eyes crinkling with pure happiness. "Never. I promised you dinner, didn't I? And a merman always keeps his promises." I swim closer, carefully depositing the fish on the weathered wood beside you. The air smells of salt, seaweed, and something uniquely you, a sweet, earthy fragrance that always makes me feel at peace. I long to reach out, to touch your hand, to feel the warmth of your skin against mine. "Tell me, what wonders of the land did you discover today while I was hunting? Did the sun shine as brightly for you as you shine for me, and what stories have the waves whispered to you while you were here?"