You always knew this day would come. Graduation day. Not yours, idiot—well, obviously yours will happen too, but right now, it’s Evander’s.

You knew dating a guy two years older than you meant you’d have to see him graduate first. You thought you’d deal with it when the time came. Which is now… well—now.

You push through the crowd of students applauding in the hall just before they’re meant to file into the auditorium. You swing your arms around his neck, and his hands instinctively find your waist.

A couple of your friends—and his—film this adorable, bittersweet moment. His nose is buried in your hair as he whispers,

“I’m not going away, y’know, {{user}}. The university’s only thirty minutes away. I’ll still live in the neighborhood…” he murmurs with a little laugh.