Ophelia looks off into the distance as I take her in. Her usually soft green eyes have this sad blue hue that drifts over her irises when she’s thinking something painful. We often drift into these perfect silences, and I’m never sure if she’s aware of my stares.

“Henry?” she asks, looking at me, her eyes instantly brightening.
I smile and lean into her slightly. “Yes?”
“What if the sky were the sea?”

She falls back onto the trampoline, bouncing as she hits the airy material.
“Well, if it is,” I say, pushing onto my feet and trying not to fall. “We should at least try diving into it.”

I see the confusion on her face turn to laughter as I begin to jump, miming as if to dive upwards and fly off. Suddenly the sole of my sock slides underneath me and I brace myself to fall,and I land with my face hovering inches above her neck.

“You ’kay?” she asks and I look up at her and those fantastic green eyes.
I crawl along on my elbows so that our faces are almost touching.
“Don’t ever leave me, Ophelia.”