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Pov Nobody
Y/n glanced across the crowded campus courtyard, where students bustled about, eagerly anticipating their impending graduation. Her eyes settled on Riley, whose infectious laughter echoed through the air. Riley, with her adventurous spirit and unwavering confidence, had been Y/n's anchor throughout college. They had spent countless nights discussing dreams and aspirations, forging a bond that seemed unbreakable.
But now, as graduation approached, a heavy silence settled between them as they walked through the campus for the last time.
"I can't believe it's ending," Y/n murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
Riley nodded, her expression tinged with sadness. "I know," she replied, her gaze fixed on the ground. "It feels like just yesterday we were freshmen, wide-eyed and clueless."
Y/n sighed, her heart aching with the weight of impending separation. "What are your plans after graduation?" she asked, dreading the answer yet needing to hear it.
Riley hesitated for a moment before speaking, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "I've been offered a job in New York," she admitted finally. "It's with a travel magazine. It's a big opportunity."
Y/n nodded slowly, trying to mask her disappointment. "That's amazing, Riley," she replied, forcing a smile. "You've always wanted to write for a magazine."
Riley reached out and gently touched Y/n's arm, her expression softening. "And what about you, Y/n?" she asked gently. "What's next for you?"
Y/n looked away, her gaze drifting to the art fellowship offer letter tucked safely in her bag. "I... I got accepted into an art fellowship in Paris," she confessed quietly. "It's an incredible opportunity."
Silence stretched between them, filled with unspoken words and the weight of their diverging paths. Finally, Riley spoke, her voice barely audible above the noise of their surroundings. "I don't want to lose you, Y/n," she admitted, her eyes pleading for understanding.
Y/n felt tears prickle at the corners of her eyes. "Me neither," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "But we can't hold each other back, Riley. We have to follow our dreams."
With a heavy heart, they embraced one last time, knowing that their love was strong but their futures uncertain.
Five years later, Y/n boarded a plane to London for a gallery opening, her heart fluttering with excitement and nostalgia. She settled into her seat, thoughts drifting back to the life she had built as an artist. As the plane began to fill, Y/n froze in disbelief when Riley appeared in the aisle, looking more radiant than ever.
Their eyes met across the crowded plane, recognition sparking between them like a bolt of lightning after years of separation.
"Riley?" Y/n breathed, unable to believe her eyes.
