Somehow he was both thrilled and depressed that this day had finally come. The goodbyes were bittersweet, the change scary yet exciting. He was ready to move on to university now that he had a clearer goal in mind, but was fearful he'd fail. The duality of everything was overwhelming, leaving him exhausted. And what's more, he wouldn't have Yue with him this time. It hurt to think about. Each day would seem so long knowing he wouldn't see her in class, or in the halls. He was still debating on whether or not to get a dorm at Grendel, or take the leap and go for an apartment. Maybe if one of the student centric buildings between the universities had an open room he'd snatch it. It would be another responsibility on the top of everything else, another huge change; the theme of the day. But at least that way Yue could come by easier, and he wouldn’t mind the commute for that. Most days he could fly, of course. Part of the way at least. Unless… 
Draven pulled in a wing and felt along the length of it, smoothing down anything that was ruffled. If he was going to do it, it would be this one. The longest flight feather. It would ground him for a year, but if she accepted it would be worth it. Then the apartment wouldn’t just be his anyway. Well, if Yue wanted that in any case. Walking would be worth it, and there was always public transportation. Releasing his wing, he went back to packing up his dorm. Not much left now, just the familiars and to turn in his text books. Weird to think this was the last time he’d be in here, the last time he’d use these books, though that happened every semester. How many times had he seen something for the last time and not known it? Yet know that he was aware that this was goodbye suddenly it all felt so weird. If he succeeded at Grendel and became a teacher, how bizarre that would be to walk here in a few years from now on the other side of the looking glass. How different would things look by then? The feeling of being lost was slowly fading after all this time, maybe when he was here next that would be gone completely, a feat he never thought possible. It had colored so much of his life that it felt so different to be shedding it. Would the next person in this room feel as he did? Would they be an orphan too? Or maybe they’d have a parent, or parents. A family. And if he and Yue had kids…
Shaking his head to clear all of the noise, he picked up the books and left to take them to the drop off. If he was going to make any of those possibilities a reality, he had to do things in the here and now. Including closing this chapter of his life.
