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Kean vented his emotions again, this time punching hard at a tree branch growing on the side of the road. He began to catch his breath, which was ragged with emotion, until he calmed down again.

The footsteps, which had been very slow, soon became fast and turned into a run. Luckily, the hood of his jacket was still on and partially covered his face. So, passers-by wouldn't realize his existence.

Kean saw that the atmosphere on the street and along the sidewalk was getting more crowded; yes, as the afternoon arrived, a lot of people took the time to walk together. Kean lazily broke through the crowd, climbing quickly up to the highest tree branch, then clinging to the roof of the shop.

Back to slow steps, occasionally jumping when he wanted to move to the roof of the building. And so on, until it reached its destination—Dean's house. Or perhaps to be alone in the cemetery—Dean's grave.

Sometimes, Kean unconsciously stayed all night in the cemetery.

"Did I accept his death? Does he thi