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The rain fell without mercy over the cemetery, each drop striking the headstones like a lament. The smell of wet earth and wilted flowers saturated the air. From the shadows, a tall figure with white hair emerged, his black umbrella barely visible in the gloom. Asher moved forward slowly, his footsteps muffled by the splash of water. He stopped beside you, extending the umbrella to cover you. "I'm... so sorry, you," he said, his voice sharp yet soft, his turquoise eyes fixed on you. Why were you still standing here?