[It's times like these that Quistis curses her height-- the extra inches that Squall has over her puts him at a slight advantage, and it shows in the way he's just a stroke ahead of her. This only encourages her to swim harder-- she ignores the burning in her lungs as she decreases the number of times she lifts her head above the surface to gasp for air, determined to win this race. She's so close-- and finally, her fingertips brush against the tiled wall.
Immediately, her head snaps out over the surface and she takes a large gasp as her eyes dart over to the lane beside her.]
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Immediately, her head snaps out over the surface and she takes a large gasp as her eyes dart over to the lane beside her.]