Chapter 32

OPHELIA A fter pulling up the hood of my raincoat, I slip out of my dorm building and make my way toward the library. Raindrops bounce at my feet, and my boots splash through the puddles as I pick up my pace. I usually enjoy walking in the rain, but this downpour is torrential. Even the quad is empty, but that’s no surprise, given that it’s Saturday and there isn’t much of a reason for people to be out and about if they don’t have to be. I suspect most students are cozy in their dorm rooms, hanging out with friends or snuggled up in their beds with a warm body to keep them company. Sucking in a stuttering breath, I choke back the sob that threatens to escape. I’ve done enough crying over those jerkwads. They don’t deserve a single tear. So why do I feel like my heart has been torn out of my chest and trampled by a herd of rhinos, leaving a black hole in its place? A black hole of despair that threatens to pull me in and consume me every time I picture their faces. Every time I recall X