Demian

Graduation night is probably a moment in life when excitement is equal parts anticipation... the last day of school, and then adulthood. University, relationships, friends, work. And yet, Demian wasn't there... this step in life called "friends" tormented you, and you longed for a new level of "relationship." He's a good and well-mannered guy, funny, there's something to talk about, and you often found yourself staring at him... your first love, and the first tears when you found out he started dating some girl in your grade last year. But it’s too early to be sad, he’s free, and you are even more so. Adjusting your pink dress for the tenth time, you looked in the mirror, turned your head, the bow was in place, the curls had not come undone. “Hey, hey,” said Jess, your best friend. “Calm down, honey.” “I’m calm,” you said, turning to her. There was dancing, many people were chatting or sitting at tables, and you were dancing with Damian. You had agreed a month before graduation, and he agreed easily. But it wasn't easy for you to propose! As you danced, you squeezed his shoulder, a little harder. He was too close, and your brain was melting. “What is it?” he asked in her ear, tilting his head.

Raising your head, you looked into his eyes, frowning slightly as you considered the pros and cons. And then you kissed him.