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The sky above was painted anew with the abundant color of navy blue as all of the students threw their caps up in the air, generating a tidal wave of exhilaration, perhaps even fear, many no doubt still clueless as to what they would do once their school years would be over, perhaps not even confident they would ever get to the point of grasping their degree in hand. 

Manon stood and viewed the scenic event, her palms clasped behind her back, observing strangers as they embraced their families, ones no doubt traveled from afar just to see their sons and daughters pass a salient stage in their life. And though a fragment of her should have felt a sting, would have felt one had things been different, a moment later she felt a tap on her back, and when she turned around, she felt the warm hold of a person she had surely not anticipated to see.

Stood tall and proud in front of her, the infamous blond she had gotten to spend the spring with, one she hadn't seen in a while, for life had pulled them apart, the way it always did. Not far from him stood Timothée with a pleased grin, as though there was a master plan Manon did not partake in.

"Armie"! She pulled him in for a bear hug again, grinning at the thought of seeing another familiar face she kept close to her heart, no longer bound to the borders of a screen "What the hell are you doing here"?!

"Really think I'd miss your graduation"? Armie tilted his head, posing a rhetorical question, at least for him. Manon observed him as a grin spread across her face, her attention averting to the brunet.

"Did you know about this"? She raised her brow at Timothée, watching him as he swayed in his place, definitely more involved than he wanted to seem. He was a great actor, but the people close to him could tell when he wasn't genuine, and it didn't take but a short glance for her to narrow her eyes at him, persuade him to confess.

"Guilty as charged" He lifted both his hands up with a dim chuckle, before joining the duo as they stood amidst the crowded field that slowly began to clear. People departed from each other under the opulent shades of carmine and violet, the day reaching its rightful end, encouraging everyone to move on.

"Oh, got you something" Armie raised a gift bag he held tightly to his side, away from her view, within it a wrapped package. Manon watched him with much perplexity, her brow raising in confusion, years passing since she had last truly received a meaningful gift, to the point she hardly knew what was considered an appropriate reaction.

"What is that for"? She sent him half a smile, curious as to why he felt the need to give her something. She was more than happy with his arrival, and it wasn't her birthday, nor a holiday. Timothée watched the surprise unfold as he rubbed his palms together, resting them across his lips in much-awaited anticipation.

"To make this day memorable" Armie justified as the redhead opened the mysterious gift, a journal coming into the grasp of her hands, resulting in her doing nothing but scrunching her nose in further puzzlement, as though unable to understand whether it was nothing but a fleeting antic.

"You got me a journal"? Manon ran her palm across the flora engraved into the steady wood, one which protected the contents of the notebook, serving as its guardian "Haven't we learned"? She traced herself back to the days spent on set and the shenanigans that occurred within. It surely seemed funny to her now, compared to everything that happened later, but it was far from enjoyable in the moment of tragedy, losing all of her progress in the blink of an eye.