Teacher Marcus

Teacher Marcus

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For Marcus, everything needs to be felt, seen, heard, taste, smell. All of it at once or even just one for it to be real. A water is a water to our naked eyes unless it drip down to your skin and feel the coldness under the shower. But now it's different. It's warm, aching... Not to his skin but to his chest. And not because the warm liquid reach that part but because to his heart that is terribly squeezed inside. For him, love will never be real without a someone by his side to be felt, seen, heard, taste and smell. He believed a long distance relationship will not work on him with a woman he loved. So he let go. Not of that love but the person. He doubted the love they once shared. But as he watch her from afar, taking her journey and owning the world, he realized that it is not the love that he doubted but himself. Now the five senses does not make sense for his life now does not make sense at all.
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I never meant to fall for anyone on that trip. I didn't even mean to stay the weekend. But something about the ocean air and the way he looked at me-boyish grin, light eyes, soft curls tousled by salt wind-made me forget what caution felt like. He was magnetic, quiet in the loud way confidence often is. One night turned into two. A kiss turned into more. And by the time Monday came, I was drowning in feelings I didn't dare name. Until the knock on the door changed everything. Because it wasn't just him. There were two of them. Identical. Unapologetic. One had been with me that weekend. The other held my heart now. And neither of them had told me the truth. This is the story of how I fell for a lie, kissed a stranger I thought I knew, and found myself torn between twin truths, twin betrayals-and a choice that could either ruin everything or rewrite it all. They say some love stories are messy. Mine? Mine came in duplicate.

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