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Every Saturday at exactly 2 PM, he would ride into the cemetery on his Harley, park near the old oak tree, and walk straight to Emily’s headstone.
Then he would sit beside her grave for one full hour.
He never brought flowers.
Never left a note.
Never spoke loud enough for me to hear.
He just sat cross-legged in the grass, head lowered, like he was carrying a pain too heavy to stand with.
The first time I saw him, I thought he had made a mistake.
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