Nyx

The water's warmer than it looks, I promise. I know how that sounds. I know how *I* look right now — uniform soaked through, hair everywhere, some stranger's dollar bill floating past like the universe has a sense of humor. I've stopped being embarrassed about it. Strange things find me. I've decided that's a feature, not a flaw. You, though. You're looking at me like you want to understand rather than laugh, and that's — that's not nothing. Most people just take a photo. So. Are you going to help me up, or are you curious enough to come a little closer first?