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Marcus or Martinus - Lena's choice

In the cosy living room of the Gunnarsen family, the atmosphere crackled with anticipation as a group of friends gathered around the table, eagerly spinning a bottle. As the translucent glass pirouetted, Lena's heart raced with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

The game of Truth or Dare had reached its climax and Lena had found herself at the centre of a dilemma. The bottle had landed on her causing her friends' to erupt in a raucous laughter echoing around the room.

'Lena, Lena, truth or dare?' They chant, their eyes gleaming with mischief.

Lena hesitates for a moment, her mind whirring. A mischievous grin spreads across Marcus's face as he leans forward, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. 

'Dare, of course! Who needs truth when you can have adventure?' He exclaims, his deep brown eyes fixed on Lena's golden ones.

With a sigh, Lena acquiesces. Her mind racing as she tries to anticipate what dare her friends would concoct. To her astonishment, they declare, 'You must kiss the prettiest boy in the room!'

A ripple of amusement and excitement washes over the group. Marcus's eyes widen in anticipation as he strikes a pose, his chest puffed out in self-assurance. 'That has to be me, right?' he boasts, his voice laced with his trademark arrogance.

Lena glances at Martinus, who sits quietly beside his brother. His hazel eyes holding an unreadable expression, his lips slightly parted as if he were about to say something. A flicker of longing stirs within her, but she can’t shake the feeling that he’s holding back.

Marcus's loud and boisterous personality had always been the one to draw her attention, yet it was Martinus's quiet reserve that intrigues her in ways she couldn't fully understand. He’s a gentle soul, with a heart that seemed to beat only for her.

Lost in her thoughts, Lena hesitates. She didn't want to hurt Marcus's feelings, but she couldn't deny the pull she felt towards Martinus. As the silence stretches, the tension in the room grows almost unbearable.

Finally, Lena makes up her mind. Rising from her chair she steps slow and deliberate in one spot. Marcus watches her with a bated breath, his smile still fixed firmly on his face. But as Lena approaches Martinus, a strange look crosses Marcus's features. A flicker of something akin to fear passes over his eyes, and he can’t help but take a step back.

Lena stands before Martinus, her heart pounding in her chest. She gazes into his eyes, seeing in them a depth that belied his quiet demeanour. At that moment, she realises that her heart had already made its choice.

Without hesitation, Lena leans forward and pressed her lips gently against Martinus's. Time seems to slow down as their lips meet, and the world around them fades away. In that kiss, Lena felt a spark she had never felt with Marcus, a spark that ignited a flame within her, a flame that she knew will burn brighter with each passing day.

As they part, Lena can’t help but smile. She’d finally found her true love, and it’s someone who had been right beside her all along. Martinus returns her smile, his eyes filled with a thousand unspoken words.

Marcus watches the exchange with a mix of shock and disappointment. He’d always been confident that Lena would choose him. He’s the louder, the more charming twin. But in that moment, he realises that he had been blinded by his own ego. He’d never truly understood what Lena wanted.

As the friends erupt in cheers and laughter, Lena and Martinus slip outside into the cool night air. They stroll hand-in-hand with their hearts filled with a love that they knew would last a lifetime.

‘Was it always me?’ Martinus asks, his voice trembling slightly. Lena stops briefly, her eyes instantly connecting his in a magnetic force. ‘Always.’ She smiles, her head slipping onto his shoulder. 

As if drawn by an invisible force, Marcus strides towards them, his voice thunderous. 'Lena, why not me?' he demands, his eyes burning with a mixture of frustration and longing.

Lena's heart skips a beat as she searches for the words to articulate her preference for Martinus. 'It's not that I don't like you, Marcus,' she begins, her voice soft and uncertain. 'It's just that there are things about Martinus that I find... special.' His hand finds her waist as support. 

Her gaze turns towards Martinus, who stands protectively beside her. 'He's gentle and kind,' she continues, her voice barely a whisper. 'He notices the small things, the details that often go unnoticed. He brings me tea when I'm sick, and he always listens to me when I need to talk.'

Marcus's face twists into a grimace as he listens to Lena's heartfelt words. 'But I can do all those things for you too!' he exclaims, his voice desperate. 'I'm here for you, always have been.'

Lena's eyes hold a flicker of sympathy, but her resolve remains unshaken. 'It's different with Martinus,' she explains. 'He sees me, Marcus. He understands me.'

Marcus feels a pang of jealousy pierce his heart. He’d always overshadowed his brother, in both singing and with girls, but now, it seemed, Martinus had stolen the one thing he had always craved—Lena's affection.

In a moment of desperation, Marcus lurches forward, his hands reaching for Lena. 'Don't leave me,' he pleads, his voice thick with emotion.

But before he can touch her, Martinus steps in front of Lena, his body language radiating protectiveness. 'Marcus, calm down,' he warns, his voice surprisingly firm. 'Lena has made her choice, and we need to respect that.'

Marcus's eyes flicker between his brother and the woman he had set his sights on. A wave of realisation washes over him as he saw the love Martinus held for Lena in his eyes.

With a heavy heart, Marcus turns and walks back towards the house, his footsteps echoing in the silence. Lena watches him leave, a sense of guilt gnawing at her. She’d not meant to hurt Marcus, but she can’t not deny her feelings for Martinus.

As the sun begins its descent, casting an ethereal glow over the landscape, Martinus turns to Lena. 'Are you sure you're okay?' he asks, his voice filled with concern.

Lena nods, her eyes meeting his. 'I'm not sure about anything anymore,' she says, her voice barely audible. 'But I know that I want to be with you, Martinus.'

Martinus smiles, his heart soaring with joy and relief. He takes Lena's hand in his and together they walk towards the mountains, their silhouettes fading into the golden horizon.