Twenty fifth.

     The black ghost fish looks like it dons a cover over itself. She, too, for a multiple times, had wished for the same. A cover, that hid all the inner weaknesses, giving the fish its chance at hiding everything that isn't to be shown.
     It swam different than any other fishes kept in the entire aquarium, she noticed. It wriggled its way into one of the dark tunnels the corals had made. She had drifted apart. From his care and his longings that he never showed, his desires that she might have never even realised. She almost expected it to come out the next second, out of somewhere else. Even from no-where, if it needs to be. But there wasn't the slightest of movement in the water. She had lost all her attention to that one thing, the one that had once been.
     She had accepted that love wasn't the right choice always. Some compromises have to be done. He looked like he could make her feel right in every possible way. She had said yes to someone else. Even without getting her heart into his story. Without taking it off from where it seemed to be stuck, since an eternity. It did find its way out of an another coral, but she had realised the futility of chasing a phantom. Happiness has to be pursued, but only from where it can be sought. The time might not be right, but choices have to be made, to suit situations in the wake of a corrected time.
       A blue fluroscent stripe, laced upon orange, with the most promising fins, they felt alluring in this broken state of mind. She knew her decision was right, her heart would understand, sooner or later. She let the black ghost swim out of her eyesight. For ever.