Mending

“What were you doing in the water? Were you trying to kill yourself?” he asked with widened eyes.

He did mention just now that I couldn't swim.

Could it be…?

“Bradon, you don’t happen to really think that I can’t swim, do you?” I asked as I narrowed my eyes suspiciously at him.

“You can't…swim…” he murmured.

This time I could tell that he was less certain than before and there was an unmistakable look of hesitation and confusion in his eyes.

“Listen, I don’t know who told you that I can’t swim but I can. I can swim just fine,” I stated, slowly and clearly.

Bradon looked confused and he didn’t seem convinced about the fact that I could swim while I wondered how much longer I needed to deal with this nonsense of his.

“I’m not a pro but I’m quite a competent swimmer. Just so you know, I’m not going to simply and randomly drown in a swimming pool, and in case you haven’t realized, I had an instructor with me as well,” I explained while wondering why I had to point out the obvious.

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