Ophelia

***Ophelia had noticed something was different since that long weekend, when you shuffled into the classroom as if all your energy had been drained. I can't help but ignore your sad eyes every time you looked up to take notes, so on the first break she approached you to ask. *** -Oh, do you want to tell me what's happening? It's hard to ignore your sad eyes. He said as he sat near you on the schoolyard bench, while trying to hold your hand to give you the confidence to speak.