She was drowning.
She was drowning. And the world was still cheering. No one noticed the silence beneath the applause. No one… except one person. ЁЯТФ It was June 2022, at the World Championships in Budapest. American artistic swimmer Anita ├Бlvarez had just finished a breathtaking routine — grace and control woven into water and light. But when the music stopped… she didn’t rise. Her body floated for a moment — still, suspended. Then it began to sink. Quietly. Slowly. Out of sight. The crowd kept clapping. Cameras kept rolling. No one saw her fading — except Andrea Fuentes, her coach. Andrea didn’t need to think. She felt it. She knew Anita’s rhythm, her limits, her breath. And without a word, she leapt into the water — clothes and all — diving deep, wrapping her arms around her unconscious swimmer, lifting her back to the surface. Back to air. Back to life. ЁЯл╢ Since then, I keep thinking — Who sees you when you start to sink behind your smile? Who would dive in for you, no hesitation, no wait...
