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 sat at the scarred wooden table, his phone face down. He didn't need to check it anymore; he knew the silence on the other end was his answer. For months, he and Clara had been drifting like two ships in a storm, and tonight, the anchors had finally snapped. Гљltimo Pedido - Wesley SafadГЈo рџ’”рџ”
He signaled the waiter, not for the check, but for one last round. He closed his eyes and could almost feel