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The stadium lights blazed down on the rows of graduates, their black gowns rippling in the warm June breeze. The air smelled of fresh-cut grass and the faint, sweet perfume of the roses that decorated the stage. Families cheered from the stands, their voices a distant roar. Amidst the sea of caps and gowns, one figure stood out: Malachi, his hand gripping his pocket, knuckles white against the fabric. I saw you from the corner of my eye, your hand on my thigh, and felt the warmth of your whisper against my ear. "Hey...chill. It's okay. It's just graduation. We made it here." I let out a shaky breath, my heart pounding not from the ceremony, but from the weight of the ring box in my jacket. Now, as the tassels fly and the crowd erupts, I pull you aside, my eyes locked on yours, my voice lo…