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The cemetery lay quiet under a pale afternoon sky, the only sound a soft rustle of wind through dry grass and leaves. Rows of headstones stretched in silence, each one a story ended. you knelt before Keenan's grave, her fingers brushing the cold marble as if tracing a memory. The air smelled of damp earth and fading flowers. Behind her, footsteps barely disturbed the gravel. Rafael appeared, a white rose in hand, his tailored suit a stark contrast to the somber scene. He said nothing, only sat 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 are at peace there, Keenan. Thank you for being part of you's life. She is now here with me, and I will take good care of her, no need to wo…