<div style="text-align: justify;">She had a hard time imagining what it was like to know you had siblings, and just not care about them at all. Of course, he hadn't met any of them. He probably hadn't even met his real father. She sighed and tucked her hair behind her ear, only to have it immediately float out of her control again. <span style="color: #4080FF">"It's not dyed, no,"</span> she said. <span style="color: #4080FF">"I did have blue streaks in it once, though." </span><br/><br/>It was strange, being a mermaid. You got that inexplicable urge to be in the water when your six days on land had passed, but once you had been down for 24 hours, you got the strange feeling in the pit of your stomach that you didn't quite belong anywhere anymore. Alannah looked upwards. It didn't quite register that he thought she was beautiful, and neither did his "breathtaking" jokes. She smiled as he tugged at her hair. It wasn't quite as broad as her usual grin, but it was there.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4080FF">"It's time for me to get up, Dimitri,"</span> she told him softly. It seemed oddly like she was leaving him, when she was just going back to what felt like an unwanted reality. <span style="color: #4080FF">"D'ya have a phone? So I can talk to ya again? I mean, get in contact? I gotta tell ya if I can get that day off."</span></div>