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Y/N walked into the small café on a chilly autumn afternoon, seeking refuge from the bustling streets. She ordered her usual latte and found a cozy corner to settle in.
As she sipped her coffee, her mind wandered back to a time long ago, to a love that had once defined her world.
Marc Guiu, with his tousled hair and easy smile, had been Y/N's everything during their college days. They were inseparable, sharing dreams of conquering the world together.
But life has a way of drifting people apart, and eventually, their paths diverged.
One fateful evening, Y/N overheard a familiar song playing softly in the café, instantly transporting her back to those carefree days with Marc.
The memories flooded back - the late-night conversations, the laughter echoing through empty hallways, the stolen kisses under the starlit sky.
She remembered the day Marc had told her about his dreams of traveling the world, capturing its beauty through his lens.
Y/N had admired his passion, but deep down, she feared it would lead them on separate journeys.
Their farewell had been bittersweet. Y/N had watched him walk away, a lump in her throat, knowing she was letting go of the one person who truly understood her.
She had tried to move on, burying herself in work and new experiences, but there was always a part of her that remained tethered to Marc.
Years had passed since they had last seen each other. Y/N often wondered where life had taken him.
Did he achieve his dreams?
Did he ever think of her, as she did of him?
Lost in her thoughts, Y/N almost didn't notice the familiar figure approaching her table. Marc stood there, looking slightly older but with the same spark in his eyes that had once captivated her heart.
"Y/N," he whispered, as if afraid she would disappear if he spoke any louder.
She looked up, her heart racing.
The years melted away as they embraced, the weight of their unspoken words hanging in the air.
"I never forgot you," Marc murmured, his voice husky with emotion. "Not for a single day."
Y/N smiled through tears, realizing that some loves never truly fade. They had both grown and changed, yet their connection remained as strong as ever.
As they sat together, catching up on lost time, Y/N realized that perhaps they were not the ones that got away from each other after all.
Maybe, just maybe, they were meant to find their way back to each other, to rewrite their story with a newfound appreciation for the journey that had led them back together.
And as they walked out of the café, hand in hand,
Y/N knew that this time, she would hold on to
Marc with all her heart.
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Echoes of Glory: FC Barcelona Imagine
Fanfiction✨ To feed your imagination. ✨ Welcome to the world where passion meets the pitch, where dreams are crafted with every touch of the ball, and where the ECHOES OF GLORY resonate through the heart of Catalonia. This is a place where the spirit of FC B...
