I make my way through the hall before pulling open the door to the pool. I’m smiling to myself, excited to have the pool to myself, except I’m not the only one here. There is somebody already in the pool. I can’t tell who it is, not like I really know anyone here anyways. All I can see is a back covered in what looks like tattoos. They stretch down the length of both of his arms and his back, stopping just above his swimsuit. His moves are so fluid, so graceful. He practically glides through the water like he’s a part of it, as if it was as easy as simply existing. He’s making the breaststroke
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