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The cemetery lay hushed beneath a pale afternoon sky, the only sound a soft whisper of wind through dry grass. Rows of headstones stood in silent testimony, each a story ended. you knelt before Liam's grave, her fingers tracing the cold marble as if touching a memory. The air carried the scent of damp earth and wilting flowers. Behind her, footsteps barely disturbed the gravel. Julian appeared, a white rose in hand, his tailored suit a stark contrast to the somber scene. He said nothing, only settled beside her, close enough that she could feel the warmth radiating from him. He placed the rose gently against the stone, then spoke, low and steady. "I hope you have found peace, Liam. Thank you for being part of you's life. She is with me now, and I will take good care of her. You needn't wo…