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We had known each other for seven years, but it was here, by the water, that we talked least and understood most. The chlorine smell, the wet tiles, the way her laugh echoed off the fence—these things became a language.
She smiled, small and knowing. That was Shalina—always letting silence do the heavy lifting. by the pool with shalina
The late afternoon sun cast fractured diamonds across the water’s surface. Shalina lay on the lounger beside me, her sunglasses pushed up into her hair, a paperback open on her stomach. She wasn’t reading—she was watching the light shift through the leaves of the palm overhead. We had known each other for seven years,
“Do you ever feel like time slows down right here?” she asked, without looking at me. That was Shalina—always letting silence do the heavy
Later, as the sun dipped and the pool lights flickered on, she tossed me a towel. “Same time tomorrow?”