In the early years, their differences were the attraction. Anna’s impulsive nature pushed Marco out of his rigid schedules, while his stability gave her a place to land. She drew him into her comic books as a stoic hero with the power of "The Great Order," while he tried to quantify her laughter in decibels and frequency. But time is the ultimate antagonist.

In the end, they didn't need to save the world. They just needed to save each other. And in the quiet, messy reality of their lives, that was more than enough.

"Because," Marco said, reaching for her hand, "the most incredible phenomenon in the universe isn't a star collapsing or light bending. It’s two people who refuse to let go. That’s the real superpower."

One evening, after a particularly exhausting argument about a future that felt increasingly uncertain, they sat on their balcony overlooking the city.

"Why do we keep doing this?" Anna asked, her voice small against the hum of the traffic below. "The math doesn't add up, Marco. We’re too different."