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The evening is like being on pause - between "it's all over" and "what if there's still a chance." The taxi hasn't arrived yet, messages are unanswered, and the air feels thick with a last chance. Old songs are playing in my head, the very ones that used to be background music, and now they're like a chronicle of our relationship, where each chord reminds me of how it all began. I just want to press "cancel trip" and stay, even for a little while, in this illusion of warmth. After all, there are moments when all the love is contained in a short "don't leave." And if a miracle happens, may it be with music, with hands that still remember how to hold each other.