The Fish

The poor little fish is swimming around in the pond. As any other living thing on love, it needs love and longs to be loved. Maybe, just maybe it'll find itself an owner who cares for it. The poor little fish looked around him and saw nets and hooks, peering up above the water, it sees the owners of the various apparatus, hoping to catch a fish. When it finally sees a nice person, it swims over to it. But alas, it wasn't fast enough and some other fish got to it first. 1 less available person, but the fish won't give up. It keeps on searching and sees another eligible person, but this time the person reached over to another fish instead. These findings and losings carried on for a while until the fish was very tired.

"Hey, that fish looks nice~!!"

Little Fishy heard, and noticed the person was talking about it. It swam over, eagerly waiting to be picked up. And it was. The nice person scooped up the fish in her net and started to appraise the fish. She was still deciding whether it was the right fish for her, for she's a faithful person who can give love to no more than 1 entity of the same kind. She began to look at the fish, study it, resting her eyes whenever she feels tired. But all the while the fish is in mid-air in the net, patiently waiting but also surely slowly dying. The fish understands though, but is it worth it to wait that long if only death awaits it?