Slip out early, let nostalgia guide you, and quietly let go of the formalities.

Stay, dress up, and allow yourself—nervous heart and all—to join the convocation with friends.

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The Cardigan Flats Kitchen

Packing Memories and Burning Toast

Step through the arch, leaving the dress shoes—and the ceremony—behind.

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A Quiet Walk Past the Arch

Step fully into the convocation, cap in hand, to embrace this one last ritual.

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The Last Shoes Left Behind

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Dusk at the Convocation Arch

Augustina Finch

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Eli Norwood

Cass Sun

Professor Gino

Mina Sarin

This is your story, but Augustina sometimes feels estranged from herself—like she’s standing in for the real protagonist. After seven years of letting Newton University swallow her up, she’s become equal parts hope and hesitation, stitched together with highlighter ink, sticky notes, and unfinished essays. She looks at milestones like she looks at doorways: unsure, half-ready to step through. The ghost of every late night, every half-shared secret, and every tentative victories swirl around her, making it hard to tell if this future is really hers to choose.

Eli is the kind of roommate who makes a place feel slightly more like home, even when the ceiling is leaking. He’s loud when he means to be quiet, undercooks pasta, and improvises playlists that somehow capture the exact mood of a thunderstorm or awkward silence. Eli offers the nostalgia party before anyone else dares bring up leaving—his loyalty shaped just as much by good intentions as his inability to put things away.

Cass moves through Newton’s halls like a rumor—the best kind, equal parts sharpness and vulnerability. Their threads with Augustina are tangled: old heartaches, unspoken apologies, sporadic text messages that arrive at 3AM and mean more than they let on. Cass makes even burnt toast taste like a revelation; they see what others glance past and tuck memories into origami shapes.

Professor Gino wears his tenure like an old sweater—frayed but somehow enduring. He remembers every strike, every change in cafeteria menu, every student who failed spectacularly (and then tried again). He gives advice disguised as riddles, invitations to lunch as if they’re the start of a secret society. His encouragement sinks in slowly, after the panic subsides and the coffee wears off.

Mina is that person whose laughter makes a room briefly bloom, but who’s always running—between causes, cramming sessions, or six unread group messages. She’s the reason the campus protest calendar is up-to-date and flyers aren’t just wallpaper. With Mina, change feels energetic, reachable, sometimes bordering on reckless—she pulls others forward before they’re ready, but never without looking back to see if you’re keeping up.

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Augustina's outfit is an intentionally mismatched blend of comfort and formality—a visual echo of her between-worlds state. She wears a faded, long-sleeved slate-blue button-up shirt, rolled up to the elbows and slightly wrinkled, layered over a soft, worn graphite-grey T-shirt that peeks out at the collar and hem. On her lower half, she sports well-loved black high-waisted jeans, just beginning to fray at the cuffs and knees, paired with a thick brown leather belt with a brass buckle. Her shoes—chosen after much indecision—are battered white canvas sneakers scrawled with fading pen-doodles and university slogans. Around her wrist is a delicate chain woven with small, dangling charms: a miniature coffee cup, a tiny book, a faded yellow star. Across her shoulder, she slings an oversized olive-green crossbody tote crammed haphazardly with notebooks, crumpled papers, and a battered stainless steel travel mug covered in stickers. For warmth and reassurance, she occasionally drapes a chunky oatmeal-colored knit cardigan over her shoulders, its sleeves trailing past her fingertips. Tucked behind her ear or tangled in her thick, slightly frizzy brown hair, there’s always a brightly colored highlighter or pen—her signature academic accessory. She wears small, practical gold hoop earrings, barely noticeable unless you catch her in just the right uncertain turn of her head.

Eli’s outfit exudes approachable warmth and casual, lived-in style, perfect for spontaneous jam sessions or pooling together the last of the pasta. He sports a loose, short-sleeved mustard-yellow T-shirt with faint stains from shared kitchen mishaps, paired with a roomy, retro-checkered flannel shirt in earth tones—mostly forest green, rust, and burgundy—worn open like a soft jacket. His favorite indigo joggers, flecked with paint and faded along the seams, hang comfortably low on his round frame, their elastic drawstring always slightly askew. On his feet, he wears navy blue slip-on canvas shoes, the toes scuffed from shuffling around both dorm and campus common rooms. Around his neck hangs a pair of chunky over-ear headphones, one side decorated with a sticker of a cartoon thundercloud. Eli wears mismatched beaded bracelets—one a DIY gift from Mina, the other made of wooden beads spelling ‘HOME’—stacked on his right wrist. A vintage digital watch, rectangular and slightly scratched, sits loose on his left. His ensemble is topped off with a faded maroon knit beanie he pushes back over his tight coils of hair; it's the kind you’d borrow and never return. Several keys and keys fobs jangle at his belt loop, along with a miniature light-up keychain in the shape of a pizza slice.

Cass’s preferred outfit is crisp, androgynous, and quietly expressive, favoring stark shapes and delicate textures. They wear a fitted, monochrome black turtleneck of lightweight ribbed cotton, its sleeves just long enough to bunch neatly at the wrists, tucked into slate-charcoal cropped trousers with a narrow, tapered leg. Over this, they layer a slate-gray, collarless wool jacket that closes to one side with understated matte buttons—minimal, sharply cut, and unadorned save for a single origami crane enamel pin near the lapel. Cass’s footwear is practical but clean: matte black platform derby shoes with thick soles, shining dully under the campus lights. Their only jewelry is a slim, silver chain bracelet etched with tiny wave patterns, and a simple pair of black titanium stud earrings. They carry a slim, crossbody, water-resistant black satchel, the strap adjusted short so the bag sits snugly against their hip and is decorated with a pair of tiny safety pins and two subtly mismatched fabric patches—one raincloud, one sun. Cass’s cropped black hair is kept neat, but a few rogue fringes always slip across their searching gaze. Finishing the look, a folded indigo linen handkerchief often peeks from their back pocket, unfolded and fussed with during moments of thought.

Professor Gino’s ensemble speaks to both his comforting eccentricity and the lived-in reliability of a veteran academic. He wears a much-loved tweed sport jacket in muted olive, elbows patched with darker green suede and shoulders faintly dusted with chalk. Underneath is a button-down Oxford shirt in faded sky blue, slightly rumpled and always a bit untucked at the hip, paired with a burgundy knitted tie that’s never quite centered. His charcoal wool trousers are creased but always a little short at the ankle, exposing thick, mismatched socks—one striped in navy and cream, the other a muted argyle. On his feet are worn caramel-brown Oxford shoes, resoled too many times, each toe determinedly scuffed. He sports a battered brown leather satchel, sagging under the weight of papers and student notes, with a vintage brass fountain pen tucked into an outer pocket. A classic silver watch with a cracked face rests on his left wrist, and wire-rimmed reading glasses often perch precariously atop his head. Gino’s only jewelry is a simple gold wedding band and a woven red string bracelet from a student’s volunteer trip. From his jacket lapel dangles an old carved wooden whistle on a fraying cord, a relic from mentoring days, which he absently fingers during pauses in conversation.

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Mina’s outfit is as vibrant and practical as her campus rallying spirit, radiating kinetic energy and confidence. She wears a cropped, sunflower-yellow denim jacket bedecked with protest pins and hand-painted slogans, layered over a soft, cherry-red cotton t-shirt featuring a vintage peace sign faded from many washes. Her high-rise, deep forest-green cargo pants have plentiful pockets, bulging with flyers, snacks, and stray markers; the knees are creased from hurried sits on campus lawns. On her feet, she wears sturdy black vegan-leather ankle boots scuffed but shining, with rainbow-striped laces threaded through the eyelets. Mina accessorizes with oversized silver hoop earrings, and a jumble of thread-wrapped friendship bracelets in bright hues on both wrists—each one a small story from a march or group project. Across her body is a roomy canvas messenger bag, white but grafittied in marker and tie-dye spirals, stuffed with folded banners and water bottles. Her wild, dark hair is tied up loosely with a printed scarf—bold oranges clashing cheerfully with her freckles—letting a few curly ringlets frame her determined brow. Tucked into her back pocket is a crumpled set of neon sticky notes, her tool for organizing impromptu plans and spontaneous brainstorms.

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Stay in and help Eli throw a nostalgia party (maybe invite Mina and Cass).

Slip out for a solitary walk across campus, shoes in hand—considering if she’ll join the ceremony at all.

A beat—a mixture of comfort and expectation hangs between them, history measured in shared leftovers and the way Augustina doesn't look up when Eli hums the opening bars of 'Bittersweet Symphony.'

Augustina feels trust deepen, a ripple of gratitude mixing with her uncertainty. The bond between them—quietly fierce—grows by a small margin.

Text Cass Sun, and take up the offer to join the nostalgia party—choosing connection, risking a messy but memorable goodbye.

Select your oldest sneakers and slip away for a solo campus goodbye—facing the arch and your memories in private.

Augustina’s trust in Eli deepens: his offer to follow her lead is a comfort as much as a catalyst, nudging her out of autopilot. Their friendship pulses with nostalgia and the courage to face change together.

Mina’s enthusiasm leaves Augustina feeling remembered and worthy—her energy bounces off the walls, infusing the kitchen with possibility instead of endings.

Slip away quietly and say your own private goodbye while everyone gathers for convocation.

Join your friends at convocation, sharing the noisy, awkward, joyful ritual together.

The air is thick with old apologies and almost-remembered smiles. Trust grows in the small things—familiar teas, soft glances. The complicated camaraderie between Cass and Augustina feels newly balanced, as if today’s goodbye might not be as sharp as yesterday’s.

With every joke and fresh song, Eli narrows the space between nostalgia and belonging. There’s a comfort deeper than routine—high trust, unspoken gratitude, a pact that both can leave (or stay) together.

Mina refuses to let any ending feel lonely or insufficient. She passes a marker to Augustina—inviting, as always, a chance to make goodbyes an act of creation rather than loss.

Augustina's link to the campus shifts from anxious obligation to gentle, nostalgic gratitude. She finds pride in claiming her own quiet closure.

Augustina’s silence doesn’t close the door—Eli’s loyalty holds, even from a distance. Friendship changes shape, not importance.

Leaving Cass’s message unread holds both ache and truth. Some connections survive on what’s left unsaid, and Augustina honors the unspoken tenderness.

An unopened invitation, a future that isn’t off-limits—just unwritten. Augustina carries Gino’s affirmation quietly, a seed for next beginnings.

Almost Graduation

Seven years. That’s how long Augustina Finch has tread the cracked linoleum and dusty cobblestones of Newton University. Now, with the convocation ceremony glimmering in the horizon—like a finishing line drawn in fluorescent orange marker—you find Augustina trying to convince herself that missing it wouldn’t matter. The ritual of rented robes, boring speeches, and awkward hugs looms large (and unnecessary), a bittersweet punctuation to an overlong paragraph. Yet, as boxes pile up in her shared kitchen and secrets flicker like bike lights in the gloaming, every decision brings Augustina closer to new truths. Is closure just for other people, or is there something in the goodbye worth attending for—and who, exactly, will notice if she skips the ending?

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