romantic story between fish
In a distant, distant sea, there was a very beautiful but lonely big fish. He had no friends, no playmates, and no home of his own. Every day, he wandered aimlessly in the coldest and deepest part of the sea. Many seaweeds often entangled him as he swam through them, whether they were beautiful or not, listening to the lonely sounds, drop by drop, just like the bubbles he exhaled.
One day, he finally grew tired of the cold and the entanglement. He swam upward, feeling the water grow warmer, but the loneliness in his heart still echoed. When he poked his head out of the water, he saw the warm sun, a bright world, the vast sea breeze, and, close by, a red little fish sitting on a wave. The little fish sat steadily on the wave, swaying back and forth as if she were in a cradle, looking very happy.
The little fish also saw him and greeted him warmly, “Hi, old fish, how are you?” Huh? The big fish was startled. Am I that old? She actually called me old fish? He angrily said, “You’re so rude! I’m still very young, how can you call me old?” The little fish let out an “Oh” as if she understood, and then greeted him again, “Hello, old grandpa fish.” He was so angry that he ground his teeth a few times. The little fish giggled and said, “If you dare to complain again, I’ll call you the old stubborn fish. Just try me.” He was so angry that he had no choice but to laugh. He thought to himself, “This little fish is interesting.”
The little fish casually took out a ring made of wire, scooped some seawater into it, and made a water mirror. Then she handed it to him, pouting, “Look at yourself, so lonely and old.” He looked at himself and was startled—it was indeed a lonely and haggard creature. The little fish took back the mirror and said, “It’s probably because you stay down below too often. Remember to come up and bask in the sun like I do. I’m very experienced with sunbathing. If you don’t understand something, just ask me.” How strange, he’d never heard of anything like sunbathing. He thought, “Well, tell me about it.” The little fish smiled and said, “It’s simple. When the sun is out, just come up and start basking.” The big fish smiled. This little fish, who smelled of sunshine, was quite interesting.
So, the big fish and the little fish became friends. They often teased each other, chatted, and the big fish spent more and more time at the surface. Over time, they became good friends.
The big fish was cold, the little fish was warm. The big fish was hard, the little fish was soft. The big fish was melancholic, the little fish was cheerful. The big fish was rough, the little fish was gentle. The big fish was steady, the little fish was mischievous. These were just their appearances. In fact, the big fish could be warm, and the little fish could be cold. The big fish could be cheerful, and the little fish could be melancholic. The big fish could be mischievous, and the little fish could be steady. The big fish could be gentle, but the little fish would never be rough. What would happen when two such different fish were together? Of course, they often quarreled.
Sometimes they quarreled until two in the morning. The little fish would be very angry, and the big fish, who didn’t like comforting her, would flick his tail and swim back to the deep sea. The little fish would sit on her wave and cry to the moon, with her tears falling into the sea drop by drop. But the ocean was so vast, what did those few tears matter? The little fish thought for a moment and stopped crying.
No one would comfort her, so she comforted herself. She sat there, staring at the big eyes of the stars, and said to herself, “Little fish, don’t be angry. I’ll comfort you. It was wrong of me to make you angry. I won’t lose my temper again. I’m really sorry. I promise to take care of you in the future.” As she spoke, she started to smile, with tears still on her face. In fact, the big fish wasn’t so heartless. He was watching the little fish from afar. He saw her comforting herself but felt too embarrassed to approach.
The next day, he would act as if he had seen nothing and came to play with the little fish again. The little fish was easy to comfort. After a good night’s sleep, she wouldn’t hold a grudge against the big fish. When she saw him, she was still as happy as before. Slowly, day by day, life went on like this. When the big fish was happy, he would tease the little fish. Sometimes, when he was entangled in the seaweed at the bottom, he would think about what that little fish sitting on the wave was doing. Although they were different, it didn’t stop them from thinking of each other.
Even though the big fish liked playing with the little fish, he was a fish that loved the cold. His home, after all, was at the bottom of the sea. Although the stones at the bottom were cold, the seaweed was chaotic, and the world down there was lonely, it was all incredibly real to him. The little fish on the wave, though interesting and warm, seemed more and more unreal and distant the warmer and brighter she was.
No fish in the sea could change their nature for someone else. It’s not that they didn’t want to change; they just couldn’t. Whether the warm turned cold or the cold turned warm, whether the one from the surface moved to the depths or the one from the depths moved to the surface, the result would only be the same: they would die from being unable to adapt. The big fish had come to the surface too often and was starting to feel uncomfortable. His scales were falling off, and his protective outer layer was softening—a frightening sign for him. The last time, he told the little fish he couldn’t come to see her anymore. The little fish nodded, obediently, without fussing or making a scene because she already knew in her heart.
That was their last time basking in the sun together. The breeze blew gently over the sea. The big fish’s skin felt pain, and the little fish’s heart felt pain. Her tears fell drop by drop into the sea again. She looked at the big fish and said, “Big fish, I wish we could argue one more time. Then I could remember how bad you were, and I wouldn’t miss you so much, wouldn’t miss you so very much.”
The big fish looked at the little fish and slowly said, “You are the most annoying, most annoying, most annoying little creature ever.” Then he slowly sank down, closing his eyes into a darkness where there was no little fish’s voice, only the faint howl of the sea breeze.
The big fish finally returned to the deep sea, and many years passed. He never went to the surface again because he was a brave big fish. Occasionally, he would think of that little fish and wonder how she was doing. Had she found a happy companion to play with? Did she ever think of him? Sometimes he would ask the drifting currents about her, but all the responses were the same—no one had seen that little fish on the wave.
One day, much later, the big fish went out for a walk and suddenly had a whim to swim up to the surface again. As he swam upwards, halfway there, he noticed something strange—a small, upside-down fish skeleton. It must have been there for many years, the bones bleached milky white by the seawater. But strangely, her head was still pointing downward, as if, even in death, she wanted to swim to the bottom. The big fish swam closer and suddenly stopped. He would recognize her even if he turned to ashes; it was the little fish from the wave. She had come looking for him, but she was too small. She couldn’t adapt to the cold, yet she still held on to her wish, leaving an upside-down silhouette in the ocean, showing her determination to swim to the bottom and leaving behind a loving heart for this sea.
The big fish held the little fish, as if holding the most precious treasure in the world, with the most tender and gentle movements, slowly swimming down, downwards, towards the bottom…swimming…
No one could see his tears because he was in the water.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
