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Rain fell in relentless sheets, a gray veil that blurred the rows of headstones into a ghostly sea. The air hung thick with the scent of soaked earth and bruised grass, each drop a steady percussion against the leaves of a solitary oak. A dark car waited at the cemetery’s edge, engine ticking as it cooled. A figure emerged, shoulders hunched against the downpour, clutching a bundle of roses wrapped in brown paper—a defiant slash of crimson against the monochrome world. you's steps dragged, heavy, as they followed the familiar path to one particular plot. The gravestone stood clean and stark, the name ALEX KELLER carved into marble, gleaming with rain. you knelt, wet grass soaking through denim, and carefully laid the roses at the base. A shaky breath escaped as their fingers traced th…