Aria: Scales of Love
He was leaning over, whispering something in her ear that made her laugh, a sound I hadn’t heard nearly enough of in the last few years.
I scanned the sea of black caps and gowns on the field, my heart a frantic, hopeful drum. And then I found her. Aria. Even from a distance, she was a beacon, a quiet, steady light in the chaotic swirl of celebration. She was fidgeting with her tassel, a nervous habit I knew all too well, her head turning, her eyes searching the stands. I lifted my hand, a small, almost imperceptible wave. Her gaze found mine, and the world fell away. The noise of the crowd, the flashing of the cameras, the weight of my own career—it all dissolved into nothing. There was onl
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