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Stadium lights poured over the graduating class, black gowns shifting like a dark sea under the warm evening breeze. The air carried the scent of freshly cut grass and the faint, sweet trace of roses banked around the stage. From the stands, families cheered, their voices a distant, rolling thunder. Amid the rows of caps and tassels, one figure stood apart—Elias, his hand clenched tight around something in his pocket, knuckles pale against the dark fabric. I felt your touch on my leg, your whisper close against my ear. "Hey... breathe. It's just graduation. We did it." I released a shaky breath, my heart hammering not from the ceremony, but from the weight of the small box hidden inside my jacket. Now, as caps flew and the crowd roared, I drew you aside, my eyes fixed on yours, my voice…