The Merman, My Man novel Chapter 200

The Merman, My Man by Black Velvet Chapter 200 

The Merman, My Man by Black Velvet Chapter 200 

Be that as it may, the dark silhouette was already gone when I swiftly hurried past several  bars and finally arrived at the edge of the bridge. It was no different from when I had looked  at the edge of the canal while I was onboard the gondola not too long ago—there was no  one there. 

Was that you, Dicken? Where are you? Just now, was that really you? 

I stood on one end of the bridge, my soul seemingly disembodied even as I stretched my  eyes wide, searching. I did not care as the downpour pelted me, soaking through my  clothes. 

Even so, I could no longer see that dark silhouette, and I had to lean on the scaffolding as I  gasped for breath. Looking upon the surface of the river, I found my reflection robbing and  left in pieces from the pouring rain. 

The alcohol that I had just drunk was burning my nerves, and my mind was an utter mess. I  had to wonder if I was drunk right then, and was actually seeing things. 

To tell the truth, I wanted to cry—but I laughed instead, because I found my crazy behavior  laughable. Eventually, I yelled loudly once in the downpour like a drunkard, clenched my fist  and smashed it hard into concrete, dropped to the floor as I clutched my head, which felt as  if it was emptied just then. 

Hope seemed to be gradually distancing itself from me, leaving only the sounds of rain. I  suddenly felt utterly lonely, like that poor bug abandoned in the middle of the infinite  universe. 

Meanwhile, the gondola continued to cruise rapidly over the canals. Seeing that the  silhouette that bore a striking resemblance to Dicken was about to disappear from my sight  as the gondola was about to turn again, I promptly yelled in panic, ”I know it’s you, Dicken!  Stop, Dicken! “ 

I was sure that he would hear me after I yelled so loudly, and yet that figure wasn’t slowing  down from the turn at all. By the time I rapidly swiped my limbs through the water and  reached the turn, all I found was the gondola, left floating alone and devoid of all  passengers, in front of a pitch-black entrance into an aqueduct. 

The gondola continued to totter in the rain, as if to tell me that the silhouette I was still  chasing an instant ago was still around. 

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