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βThe past that you want to forget is the past you never will forget.β
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|| Beautiful Thing|| Grave Vanderwaal ||
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|| Beautiful Thing|| Grave Vanderwaal ||
Reyna was immediately bombarded upon reaching the shore. Her sisters overwhelmed her in a tidal wave of hugs, Allison and Brie among the two first to reach her. Shannon and Hazuki too, were greeted with this exuberance then, well, they surrounded Asther. At first Reyna was nervous as to what they were going to do, but the girls were so excited to see a fresh face that they welcomed her right into their arms. "It's been a long time," Reyna admitted. At long last, they would return Nami's magic to her and wake her up. It was simple really, all they had to do was walk in and touch Nami's arm. Nami woke up almost instantly, coming around within five minutes. She sat up, blinked a few times, and got in a surprise attack by squeezing Reyna's chest. Reyna of course groaned, but allowed it to happen this one time.
"I'm sorry," Reyna said quietly and handed Nami the shells. "Corona and Dory didn't make it back," Reyna blinked back tears from her eyes, she had never really been an emotional mermaid, the others had often teased her for it, but these two deaths just got to her. The funeral was to be the next day, when it began, Reyna was certain that she was going to be sick. Standing there on the edge of the water, it seemed that she had been doing it for as long as she could remember. Nami had a strange idea of what to do for these mermaids, she wanted it to be personal, since Nami had been Reyna's closest friend. "Alright," Reyna said quietly, tossing the shell into the lagoon. The moon shone down on them from its position in the sky like a sad beacon, allowing the girls to watch the shell float down. Reyna felt almost embarrassed being singled out to sing like this, but she would do it for the girl... for the one her heart longed for.
The song that stood out the most in her mind was one from the main shore, one that Jean had loved. On hot summer days, when no one wanted to move, Reyna would sit on the porch and Jean would play their strange large radio while washing the dishes or cooking. Mama would be in her office with the window open and Reyna, well, Reyna would imagine a boy striding up to the porch and taking her far away from that place. She would dance in circles on the porch and then he would sweep her into his arms and the two of them would run far, far away. It was a song by a woman named Patsy Cline, an old song for her generation but well, Jean had always liked to listen to music from the 1920's.
"I'll be loving you, always
With a love that's true, always
When the things you plan
Need a helping hand
I will understand, always, always
Days may not be fair, always
That's when I'll be there, always
Not for just an hour
Not for just a day
Not for just a year, but always
Days may not be fair, always
That's when I'll be there, always
Not for just an hour
Not for just a day
And, not for just a year, but always."