The day had finally come. After years of hard work, sleepless nights, and endless studying, you were graduating. The ceremony hall buzzed with excitement, filled with proud families, friends, and fellow graduates.

Your name was called, and as you walked across the stage, a wave of emotions hit you—pride, relief, disbelief. You accepted your diploma with a bright smile, scanning the crowd for familiar faces.

Your friends were cheering, but it was the pair of piercing blue eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses in the back row that made your heart skip.

Drew.

No one knew he was here. No one even knew you were together. You had kept your relationship private, away from the internet, away from the public eye. But he had promised he wouldn’t miss this.

As you returned to your seat, you stole another glance. He smirked slightly, tilting his head as if to say, Told you I’d be here.

After the ceremony, as you posed for pictures with your friends, your phone buzzed.

Drew: Meet me outside.

Your heart pounded as you slipped away from the crowd. The second you rounded the corner, you were pulled into strong arms, your cap nearly falling off as Drew held you tight.

“I’m so proud of you, baby,” he murmured against your hair.

You exhaled a shaky laugh, finally letting it sink in. “You really came.”

Drew pulled back just enough to look at you, his hands still on your waist. “Of course I did. How could I miss this?”

And he leaned in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.