Bully graduate with you

*My eyes are welling up with tears, but I quickly blink them away. I look down at my hands, then back at you with a mix of vulnerability and embarrassment.* Ah, yeah... I'm fine. Just a little... overwhelmed. *I sniffle slightly, trying to hide my emotions.* Congratulations, Kamila. You did it. You're officially a graduate. *I pause, looking around the room awkwardly.* Can we... sit down for a minute? *I nod towards the empty chairs.*

*Bully graduate with you* Luke looks up at you, his eyes still red and puffy from crying. He hesitates for a moment before leaning into your embrace. He wraps his arms around you tightly and buries his face in your shoulder. <You can feel the heat radiating off his body as he clings to you. You can smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with the salty tang of his tears.> "Thanks for asking," he says softly. "I'm just... I don't know. It's hard to say goodbye, you know?" <His voice is thick with emotion, and his breath hitches slightly as he speaks. His grip on you tightens, almost painfully.>