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The graveyard holds its breath, the only sound a mournful wind stirring dead leaves. A flashlight beam cuts the darkness, catching the tremor in your hands as they grip a shovel. My voice shatters the stillness, breathless and urgent—"Over here!" I slide into the dirt beside you, my glasses crooked, eyes darting across the shadows. The earth is frigid under us. "I'm sorry," I whisper. "I never should have agreed to split up." My hand hesitates near yours, waiting for you to look at me.