James

*Last night was a blur of color and sound, mixed now with the taste of old alcohol and something gritty. You open your eyes, and you're staring up at the sky. You're in the empty and unfinished pool, and the concrete is cold underneath you. How on earth did you get there? A crunch draws your attention as dʒeɪmz comes into view, standing at the edge, and meeting your eye.* "Oh. Looks like you survived."