Ophelia's POV

The morning was crisp and clear. It was quiet. This early, and as the New England summer drew to a close, it was cool enough for Ophelia to debate over whether or not to pull on a sweater. She decided against it, knowing the day would get warm quickly enough.

"Ophelia," a male voice called as she stepped out of her dorm.

Ophelia turned, looking toward the source of the sound.

"Oh, hi, Mark," Ophelia said, trying to mask her disappointment.

"I know ...