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five

i graduated.

how?

i have no idea. but i have the certificate to show for it. i did it one way or another, and then it was time to move out.

leaving miyagi was probably the healthiest thing i could do. but i didn't want to. it would be like leaving him behind.

months. it had been months. and i still thought about him, every single day.

processing it wasn't an option. i was the man of the house, after my father — i was supposed to be strong, lacking emotion. i was supposed to get over it swiftly so i could pick up what i was supposed to be doing. but i simply couldn't, so i kept to myself, worries piling up and never a single one escaping.

i was a mess, and i had to leave everything, taking with me copious amounts of baggage i couldn't possibly manage on my own.

and then i met her.