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The water flowed around Maya, cool and refreshing against her skin. She swam languidly, pushing off the pool wall with effortless grace. The rhythmic sound of the filter was a constant, steady drumbeat. Each stroke was deliberate, each breath deep and full.

Her phone, safely tucked away, suddenly beeped with a notification. She ignored it, continuing her laps. Eventually, she climbed out of the pool, dripping and contented. The message was from Liam, a string of hurried words about cancellations and unavoidable problems. A party, that she hadn't known about, was no longer happening.

She wrapped herself in a towel, her movements slow and deliberate. She went and grabbed her favorite orange, and went to sit by the pool, and the sun.