Chapter 93
It Was Precious
Alayna Sandra.
A graduate.
Finally.
As we stepped out of the registrar's office into the crisp afternoon air, something loosened inside my chest. A weight I hadn't realized I'd been carrying for years slid off my shoulders, leaving behind a lightness that felt almost unreal.
"Thank you, Dafa. I don't know what I would've done without you."
He only nodded, as if I'd thanked him for holding a door open.
"No problem."
We walked in silence for a while, our footsteps crunching against the pavement. The campus buzzed around us; students laughing, arguing, rushing past with backpacks slung low and futures wide open in their eyes.
At least I didn't feel like an outsider watching from the edge.
I belonged here. At last.
"But I still have to wait one more day to get the certificate," I murmured. Now that the tension had drained away, restlessness crept in to take its place.
Dafa glanced at me. "The archives won't run away. One day is nothing."
