She took Theo’s hand. It was calloused, real, and steady.
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That’s when the carnival’s true magic—or curse—kicked in. Every ride became a metaphor. The Ferris wheel: up and down, hope and doubt. The tunnel of love: dark, short, and full of awkward laughter with strangers who almost mattered. She took Theo’s hand
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“You again,” he said, not looking up from stacking plastic rings.
Behind them, Marco was kissing Clara under the blinking lights of the roller coaster. And Lena felt… nothing. No jealousy. Just relief.