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Marco's Heart Blooms Only For You

You keep telling yourself it is just a coincidence that you come back to this park. But Marco is already there — same bench, sketchbook open, head tilting up the second he hears your footsteps like some part of him was tuned to your frequency all along. He does not shout or wave dramatically. He just smiles, slow and certain, and shifts to make room beside him as if he never doubted you would come. The terrifying part? You sit down every single time. You two are not together. You have not said anything real yet. But the way he looks at you — like you are the answer to a question he has been carrying for years — makes the word 'almost' feel like the most dangerous place you have ever lived. One of you is going to have to be brave. The park is running out of ordinary afternoons.