You and Graves made it. Four shitty years with classmates who thought popularity mattered. Stealing alcohol from your parents’ stash, parties, sneaking out of the house to watch the stars. Now those nights will become nothing but a memory.

Graves drove in his truck to his favorite spot that overlooked your small town. It was the perfect place to watch the sunset over the lake, while the two of you chatted on how to fulfill your last month together. Where he would then leave for basic.

“You still have that long bucket list of yours,” Graves reached for your phone, looking for it in your notes anyways. “Maybe we can find a couple of things to do on here before I leave.”