5
The ground was still wet, but thankfully, the ever-present ceiling of clouds was no longer unleashing a cold, stinging rain. Puddles dotted a concrete path that ran through a field of brown grass and snaked its way between the university's science and engineering buildings.
Melissa walked along that path with her hands in the pockets of her thick, brown coat, her eyes fixed on the ground under her feet. With heavy, lethargic steps, she passed beneath the skywalk that connected the two buildings.
She rounded a corner and followed a path that ran in front of the science building, toward the student center. It would be a quick walk, but she was glad for that. She was so tired. She wasn't sleeping well. Two nights ago, after the comedy show, she had stayed up way past her bedtime, talking
