Troy liked not knowing which way was up, which down, as he swam
in the dark. Air and water had no separation in the darkness,
except that the air was breathable, the water not. He planned
to test that distinction when he was tired enough. It was why
he was here tonight.
Ben had followed him to the pool, puzzled as to why Troy had
come out so late with only his swim trunks on. Ben had always
admired Troy, and his eyes and thoughts followed him
everywhere. Unseen in the dark, Ben kept silent and still as he
watched. He saw only the occasional flash of an arm, heard only
the random splash. But this was enough for him to keep tracking
the swimmer as he lapped back and forth, back and forth.
The sounds were irregular, the splashes few. Ben knew that it
was likely Troy was getting very tired. Soon there was nothing
to hear except for the occasional gasp. Then, nothing. Ben
waited. After ten minutes there was no water moving, no sound
to be heard.
As Ben walked back to his room he wondered if he would be able
to take that swim himself tomorrow night. He hoped the night
would be just as dark. Somehow that would make it easier.
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