I graduated today.

People are running around, celebrating their accomplishments and years of hard work.

I can’t help but feel overwhelmed by this sadness.

I’m still sitting in my chair, watching the stage erupt with cheers and excitement.

My parents aren’t here. My siblings aren’t here. I don’t have any flowers in my hands. I’m just… alone.

I look around, trying not to tear up as I see other people surrounded by their families.

That’s when I spot him.

We spent half of high school together, but we broke up five months ago.

And somehow, seeing him now—looking at me with those eyes full of sympathy—makes it all feel worse.

I immediately look away as I feel my eyes begin to burn.

I glance down so the tears can fall without ruining my makeup.

But all my efforts are in vain… Because I feel him hold me gently from the side.

“Come here,” he whispers, rubbing my back in slow circles, calming the storm inside me.