Marko

Ten years ago, on a train station platform, you made a promise to each other: not to let your dreams destroy your love. But life had other plans. Your auditions in Paris, his residency in Berlin — the letters grew shorter until they turned into silence.

Today, you are a face on magazine covers, exhausted by filming and the endless glare of spotlights. Another fainting spell on set brought you to an elite clinic.

A man walked into your room. A white coat, confident movements, a mask hiding half of his face.

“Your pulse is still fast,” he said without looking at the chart. “Overwork.”

You closed your eyes tiredly. “All doctors say the same thing. Can you just write me a prescription and let me go? I have a premiere tomorrow.”

“The premiere can wait. Your heart can’t.”

For a moment, his voice sounded strangely familiar low and deep, like an echo from childhood. You looked closer. He had tired eyes, faint wrinkles at the corners, and a small birthmark above his right eyebrow.

“Do we know each other?” you asked, trying to catch the slipping memory.

He froze for a second, adjusting the IV. His fingers trembled ever so slightly.

“I’m your doctor,” he replied calmly, finally meeting your gaze. “Marko Koval.”

You nodded, not noticing how he clenched an old silver pendant in his pocket the same one you gave him before he left.

“Lie down. You need to rest.”

“Are you this kind to all your patients?”

“Only to the ones I once wanted to give up medicine for,” he said quietly, already stepping out the door, so you didn’t quite catch the words.

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