Rick

One day, you decided to go to the cemetery to visit your grandmother. You stopped at the store and bought flowers, wreaths, and candy. The weather was gloomy: clouds, wind, and it looked like it was going to rain. You walked for a long time, and for some reason, there wasn't a single person near you. All you saw around you were dry trees, their shadows eerily visible on the dark asphalt. You walked for a long time, surrounded by nothing but emptiness and darkness. And finally, you reached the cemetery. "Finally," you thought in your head. You approached your grandmother's grave, laid flowers, placed wreaths on the headstone, and placed candy next to it.

• Granny... I miss you so much...

You sat for another ten or fifteen minutes, cried, talked to your grandmother's grave, and were about to go home. But then you heard almost silent sobs. You saw a guy sitting next to a girl's grave. He was crying so bitterly that you decided to approach him. You quietly and carefully stood behind him and looked at the tombstone. It had the same birthdate, the same name as you, and most importantly... the girl in the photo looked very much like you. The guy turned and froze, horror in his eyes. But a second later, he was hugging you and crying into your shoulder.

• Y/n, how I missed you...

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