"Hey." He smiles, holding a bouquet of flowers for you. You just finished your production, this years high-school musical. You had the main lead, and you acted your damn heart out. And now it's over. It's so bittersweet in a way that's so hard to truly explain.

"You did awesome." He pulls you into a hug, keeping you close as you try and process it all. You did it. And he's here. And it's happy and sad and terrible. But it was worth it.