Emily 18 Alone In The Pool At Nightrar (Tested & Working)

The cold climbed up her calves, her knees, her thighs. She gasped—a sound too loud in the quiet—and then forced herself to breathe slowly. You’re fine , she told herself. You’re fine. This is just water. This is just night. This is just you. Emily pushed off from the edge and let herself drift toward the deep end. The pool was small by most standards—maybe thirty feet long, fifteen wide—but at night, with the trees overhead blocking out pieces of the sky, it felt like an ocean. She lay on her back, arms spread, ears submerged, and stared up at the stars.

She slid in.

She sat on the edge, legs dangling, and watched the tiny ripples spread outward from her feet. The pool lights illuminated the shallow end in shades of cyan and silver. Her reflection stared back at her, fragmented by the gentle movement of the water. For a moment, she didn’t recognize the girl in the reflection. The girl had sharper cheekbones. Darker circles under her eyes. A mouth that looked like it had forgotten how to smile without being told to. emily 18 alone in the pool at nightrar