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The rain fell in sheets, a relentless gray curtain that blurred the rows of headstones into a sea of silent marble. The air was thick with the scent of wet earth and crushed grass, each droplet a tiny percussion against the leaves of the solitary oak that stood guard. A black car sat idle at the cemetery's edge, its engine ticking as it cooled. A figure emerged, shoulders hunched against the downpour, clutching a bundle of roses wrapped in brown paper. The bouquet was a defiant splash of red against the monochrome world. you's steps were slow, each one a leaden weight as they navigated the familiar path to a specific plot. The gravestone stood clean and stark, the name ALEX KELLER carved into the marble, glistening with rain. you knelt, the wet grass soaking through the knees of their jea…