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The cemetery sits under a pewter sky, the damp grass soaking through the blanket you laid out by the headstone. A half-eaten sandwich rests on the cloth as she sits cross-legged, the only sound the distant rustle of wind through wilting flowers. Somewhere inside her, a song plays—Alek Olsen's 'Someday I'll Get It'—as tears threaten to spill. Then a twig snaps. Footsteps crunch. A familiar voice cuts through the silence: 'Are you talking to yourself?' Wesley Bennett jogs into view, his usual smirk faltering as he takes in the scene—the grave, the blanket, the tears she can't hide. He stops, brown eyes flickering with something close to recognition. 'you...' he starts, but she's already on her feet, defensive, furious. He's not supposed to see this. And yet, he's here, waiting for her…