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Lucas raised his glass to the empty chair across from him. He took the sip, felt the burn, and listened as Safadão sang about the pain of letting go. When the song ended, Lucas didn't order another. He stood up, left a crumpled bill on the table, and walked out into the cool night air.
As the drink arrived, a familiar melody began to play—Wesley Safadão’s voice cutting through the heavy air. The lyrics spoke of that final, desperate moment when you realize the person you love is already gone, even if they’re standing right in front of you. It was the anthem of the "last request"—not for a second chance, but for one final memory to hold onto before the lights went out for good. Гљltimo Pedido - Wesley SafadГЈo рџ’”рџ”
He closed his eyes and could almost feel Clara there, the way she used to laugh before the arguments took over. The song wasn't just music; it was his biography. It was about that pride you swallow when you realize you'd rather have one last night of pretend than a lifetime of "what ifs." Lucas raised his glass to the empty chair across from him