As graduation crept closer, the campus buzz took on a different tone, a mixture of excitement, nostalgia, and the weight of impending change. Even the familiar corridors and lecture halls began to feel like stepping stones toward an uncertain future. I found myself increasingly drawn into conversations about what lay ahead, even as a quiet part of me held back from fully admitting it.
Ethan and I had grown closer over the past months, our relationship evolving from hesitant friendship to something real and tender. We often found moments away from the clamor of campus life, quiet walks between classes or shared lunches on the grassy quad where we could talk about everything and nothing all at once. Lately, these moments had taken on a new gravity, as graduation loomed like a question mark
