It wasn't the act of diving that made him love the sport so much. True, Hai did find a certain solace in the quiet that came with submerging so deep in the pool. But, even more so, it was the sense of belonging that accompanied being so good at something. Nobody questioned that Hai was made for diving. Nobody could ignore how good he was. Nobody could ignore him. Looking from the platform into the water below, Hai felt an intense peace. In just a few moments, everything he had worked for would crest. He didn’t feel nervous. Taoyu and he had practiced over and over again. Taoyu was like his shadow, perfectly replicating Hai’s movements. He anticipated the feeling of finally producing the motions they had practiced again and again, drilled into their minds. He desired the rush he got every time he swam above the water, escaping the silence to applause and praise. This was his moment. When Hai was younger, he was always running about, a ball full of energy. He followed hi...