Fucking something about water idk // Fuck you Justine
When the trial ended all Mizuki wanted to do was go to bed.This place was starting to but him so badly he didnât even have the energy to joke about it anymore. He just wanted to sleep. Sleep until it was all over, then he could move on and forget it all. Just deny it and forget it like every other shitty thing in his life.
Even so, instead of heading straight for his room Mizuki left the hotel. He didnât even notice at first it was just a sort of unconcious thing. He had apparently grown accustomed to a pattern, and before he even realized what he was doing he was waiting by the pool side. Waiting for what, thought?
Most trials left her feeling a lot of things. Exhausted in every sense of the word, usually. Sad, tired, confused. This time. She felt nothing. As if she had used up her lifetime of emotions all in the past couple weeks.
With no real sense of direction or reason her feet began moving, one in front of the other. It wasnât until the light reflecting from the waters surface hit her eye that she realized where she stood. The pool. Oddly, she wasnât all that in the mood for a swimming lesson. She raised her head slowly and met eyes with her swim instructor. Why was he here?Slowly she dragged her feet over to where he stood. She wasnât all too sure what to say. So instead, she just waved.















