(Callum)
The following morning was easily one of the longest mornings of my life.
Not because anything unusual happened.
That would have been preferable.
At least unusual problems demanded immediate attention.
Instead, everything proceeded exactly as normal while I spent every second trying not to think about Clara.
The strategy failed almost immediately.
By the time I arrived at the university, I had already seen her three times without actually seeing her.
A student with the same color hair walked across the parking lot.
For half a second, I thought it was her.
Someone laughed outside one of the buildings.
My attention shifted automatically.
A familiar perfume drifted past me in a crowded hallway.
Again, my mind went to her.
The situation was becoming ridiculous.
I was bec
