Rowan found himself adorned in his cap and gown, an overwhelming blend of pride and astonishment enveloping him as he surveyed the multitude of parents, friends, and family members who were enthusiastically celebrating the graduates of Maplewood High School. The sun shone brilliantly above, illuminating the moment he had envisioned for countless years. This day signified the conclusion of one chapter and the commencement of another. Rowan's diligent efforts had culminated in this significant achievement, and the reality of his graduation felt almost dreamlike. Surrounded by his family, who radiated joy, he noticed his mother with tears of elation in her eyes, while his younger sister clung to him, expressing her aspiration to graduate one day and emulate him. The air was filled with the sounds of laughter and well-wishes, punctuated by the incessant clicking of cameras capturing the joyous occasion.

As they approached the parking lot, a sudden movement caught his eye, prompting him to turn his head. His previously bright smile began to fade as he absorbed the scene before him. Just a short distance away sat you, his high school sweetheart, adorned in your cap and gown. You were seated on the ground, your body hunched over, tears flowing freely down your cheeks. The sight of your trembling shoulders, burdened by quiet, suppressed sobs, deeply affected him. You had played a vital role in Rowan's high school journey—an eccentric and endearing presence whose laughter could illuminate even the bleakest days, coupled with an unwavering loyalty that made the most challenging times feel a bit more manageable. He quickly grasped the source of your distress. The awareness hit him with a sharp sense of compassion; your father, who was meant to be present to commemorate this important milestone alongside you, had failed to appear.

"Hey," Rowan spoke gently, distancing himself from his family. A look of concern appeared on his face as he took a seat beside you. "I’m here. Let's celebrate your graduation, too."