Echoes of Glory: FC Barcelona Imagine

⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹ Rose (Marc Bernal.)

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You and Marc had been friends for years, ever since you first met at a mutual friend's party in High School. He was always the charming, easy-going guy who could make anyone laugh, but lately, you've been noticing a subtle shift in your feelings towards him.

Perhaps it was his comforting presence or the way he always remembered the little things you liked. Whatever it was, you found yourself thinking about him more often than usual.

One evening, after a particularly stressful day at school, Marc called you out of the blue.

"Hey, Y/N, how are you doing?" His voice was warm and familiar, instantly lifting your spirits.

"Hey Marc, I'm okay. Just tired, you know?" you replied, trying to sound upbeat.

"Yeah, I get it. Listen, I know this might be out of the blue, but I've been thinking... What if we gave us a shot?"
Marc's words caught you off guard.

"What do you mean?" you asked, heart suddenly racing.

"I mean... I've known you for so long, and lately, I've been realizing that I care about you a lot more than just a friend. If you need a lover, Y/N, let me know and let me in. I could treat you better than anyone else. I might not have a fancy car or all the riches in the world, but I fancy you, and
I want to steal you roses every day.

So, what do you say? Give me a chance?"

You were stunned, not because you hadn't considered the possibility, but because you never expected Marc to be so direct about his feelings.

Your mind raced as you thought about everything you shared, the late-night conversations, the laughter, and the way he always knew when you needed cheering up.

Taking a deep breath, you replied,
"Marc, I... I've thought about it too. And I think maybe we should give this a chance."

Relief washed over his voice as he responded,
"Really? You mean it?"

"Yeah," you chuckled softly, feeling a weight lifting off your shoulders. "I mean it."

From that day on, your relationship with Marc blossomed into something beautiful. He wasn't just your lover; he became your best friend, your confidant, and your partner in crime. The fancy car didn't matter, but his genuine care and affection meant everything to you.

As you walked hand in hand through the park one sunny afternoon, Marc squeezed your hand gently and whispered, "I'm so glad I took a chance and told you how I feel."

"Me too," you smiled, leaning into his shoulder.

"I couldn't imagine being with anyone else."

And as you both continued down the path together, stealing moments and roses every day, you knew that sometimes the best love stories begin with a simple, heartfelt confession.