Triton’s POV

“Jessica! Jessica! Jessica!” I called after my girlfriend as she dashed toward the forest. Her golden locks glistened in the moonlight, and her yellow dress was quickly stained with mud as she ran. Some kids in the crowd noticed the commotion and began to follow us, but I ignored them. Jessica was all I could think of.

“Get away from me!” she shouted, suddenly spinning around and shoving me. Her eyes were devastated and angry. I couldn’t help but feel awful when I ...