Prologue
Graduation days are strange.
For four years, I walked through these gates without thinking much about them.
And now, on my last day, I couldn’t stop looking around.
The campus was louder than usual.
Groups of students filled every corner, taking pictures and making promises to stay in touch.
Some were laughing.
Some were crying.
Most were doing both.
I should have been with my friends.
Instead, I found myself wandering.
Past the canteen.
Past the amphitheater.
Past the club room that had somehow become my second home.
Everything looked the same.
Yet it felt different.
Maybe because this was the last time.
The last time I would walk these corridors as a student.
The last time I would complain about classes.
The last time I would wait for attendance.
The last time I would call this place home.
Funny how we spend years waiting for college to end.
And then suddenly wish for a little more time.
Standing there, surrounded by familiar places and familiar faces, I realized something.
The memories that stayed with me weren’t the big ones.
Not the results.
Not the certificates.
Not even the achievements I once thought mattered so much.
They were the small moments.
The unexpected ones.
The moments that seemed ordinary at the time.
Moments that slowly became memories.
And somewhere among those memories...
was a stranger.
Or at least, that’s how the story began.
