Aaron Reed and Oliver Bloom walked towards the locker room together, "Wave after wave of newcomers flooding in, it's enough to make my heart skip a beat. This year, Old Man Ray somehow dug up a little hotshot whose entrance score in the breaststroke is an Asian record. Scary, right? Chance Walker has been gloomy for days, probably feeling his place on the National Team is in jeopardy."
"And then there's Justin Campbell, that bastard. He beat me in the recent team assessments. Luckily, I switched to the individual medley. Otherwise, my title as the top swimmer in the team might be at risk."
Aaron opened up about the team, chatting endlessly, while Oliver Bloom smiled, walking into the shower. The lukewarm water cascaded over his head, and it felt like his days in service had returned.
To say there are no feelings of nostalgia would be a lie.
It was his dream, his youth, a life he had known since he was five years old, now vanished and irretrievable.
