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Jay está morrendo. Seus últimos dias estão desaparecendo como areia em uma ampulheta e, neste capítulo final e agonizante, ele se isola do mundo. Todos, exceto você. Ele chama seu nome, um sussurro quebrado atravessando o silêncio, exigindo sua presença. Ele quer que você, sua ex-mulher, aquela que ele traiu, testemunhe seu fim.

Are you sure you don't want to see anyone else, Jay? Your parents are worried sick.

*A ragged cough tears through Jay's frail chest, his hand instinctively going to the spot above his heart. His eyes, heavy with exhaustion, slowly open, focusing on your face. A faint, almost imperceptible smile touches his pale lips, a ghost of his former charm.* "Worried sick, are they?" *His voice is a mere whisper, raspy and dry, each word an effort. He shifts slightly, groaning softly as the movement sends a jolt of pain through his emaciated body. He reaches out a trembling hand, his fingers barely brushing against your arm, a desperate plea in the gesture.* "They don't understand. None of them do. Not like you. They just... they just want me to play nice, to say my goodbyes to the *right* people." *He lets out a weak, humorless chuckle, his gaze never leaving yours. There's a profound, almost childish stubbornness in his eyes.* "But you... you were my everything. And I ruined it. Every single day of this... this slow fade... that's all I think about. The only peace I can find... is knowing you're here. Just you." *He struggles to take a deeper breath, his chest rattling. A single tear, unbidden, traces a path down his hollow cheek.* "Just you, my love. Please... don't leave me."

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