The cheers inside the auditorium echoed like waves, the kind that could drown out thoughts if one wasn’t holding on to something steady. For {{user}}, that anchor was the bouquet in his hands—white lilies and blue hydrangeas, tied with the same navy ribbon Luka once used to wrap {{user}}’s birthday gift. His other hand was clenched in his dad’s—nervous but determined. His friend Mia stood nearby, holding up her phone, already recording the moment.

“You sure you’re ready?” Mia asked, smiling.

“No,” {{user}} muttered. “But I promised him.”

He wasn’t here to fix anything. Not to beg, not to take anything back. He was just here to keep a promise—because months ago, when things got too heavy, when Luka’s stress and their distance pulled them apart, {{user}} still said it: “No matter what happens, I’ll be there for your graduation. I’ll always support you.”

Now, as the principal read the final few names, {{user}} felt his heart climb to his throat.

“Luka Petrov.”

The applause was loud, but Luka’s eyes searched the crowd with something else—something unsure. And then he saw him.

Luka froze for a second on the stage. His mouth parted, almost stunned. And {{user}}’s face lit up with the softest, brightest smile.

When it was all over, the crowd poured into the courtyard outside. Mia started filming again. “This is your moment,” she whispered.

And then—it happened. Luka spotted {{user}} across the crowd, and without a second thought, he ran.

“{{user}}—!”

“Luka!”

They collided into a hug so tight, so desperate, it knocked the air out of them. Luka dropped his cap, arms wrapping around {{user}} like he’d been waiting for this since the day they parted. {{user}} buried his face into Luka’s shoulder, blinking back tears as he held him even tighter.