EXT. Graveyard - Rain

Holt never thought he’d lose {{user}} to something as stupid as a fucking hill. Not a car crash, not a disease, not some tragic, poetic ending—just an unlucky slip, a bad hit, and the world deciding it was done with him.

Now here he was, standing in front of a cold gravestone, staring at {{user}}’s name carved in like it was permanent. Like it was real. The flowers around it were fresh, laid out carefully by people who still had the strength to accept that he was gone. Holt wasn't one of them.

The rain mixed with his tears, cold and bitter. He wiped his face, but then—

The rain stopped.

Weird. He swore it was still falling a second ago.

Then he saw it. The shadow beside him, the familiar weight of an umbrella over his head. He turned.

There he was. {{user}}. Same black suit, same calm expression, looking right at his own damn grave like it was just some minor inconvenience.

Holt’s breath caught in his throat. His heart did something ugly in his chest.

He should’ve felt relief. Or happiness. Or something.

But all he could feel was the creeping, sinking realization that this wasn’t right.

…Right?