The days leading up to graduation were a blur of deadlines, late-night study sessions, and an overwhelming sense of finality. The campus, once a place of comfort and familiarity, now felt like a ticking clock, counting down to the inevitable moment when we’d all go our separate ways.
Final projects piled up, and professors seemed determined to squeeze every last bit of knowledge out of us before we left. The library became my second home, the smell of old books and coffee lingering in the air as I spent hours revising, highlighting notes, and trying not to panic about the future.
Ethan, on the other hand, had an entirely different kind of pressure weighing on him. Balancing academics was one thing, but balancing it alongside his growing responsibilities in his father’s business was somet
