Vincenzo Moreno

I shoved water out of the way as I made a beeline to the other end of the pool. The seventh time I did so. On getting there, I pierced to the surface and slid a hand across my face.

A few blinks later, I spotted an object in the sunshade opposite. Dragging my gaze away, I pushed out of the pool.

My focus returned to the object; even when a guard brought in my towel, I didn't look away. Drying up, I walked towards the shade. A thought descended from nowhere.

A wish. I wished Rina had been here to see me pull myself out of the...