Mending Hearts||Marco Reus

Sentimental

Sandra's POV

The sunlight slowly filtered through the curtains of my room. Warm sheets engulfed me in their comfort as I lay on the bed. I wiped the crust out of my eyelids and went up to freshen myself up. I washed every single trace of sleep in my face off in the bathroom sink.

I exited my room and headed over to Marco's room. I moved into his house shortly after my parents died. I couldn't stand living in the room which reminded me of so many things. Nowadays, the Götze residence is only used whenever I visit it every day. I check up on everything to make sure nothing has been stolen. This is a rather easy task to accomplish because the family home is only a couple of houses down the street.

I banged the wooded door of Marco's bedroom. "Oi Marco, get up now! Jurgen told me last night that your training starts at 8:30!" It was 7:26 already and I was sure Marco couldn't feed himself, take a bath, style his hair, and get to training in an hour, four minutes and 52 seconds...53...54....55 seconds.

However, no response came from the other side. I fetched the duplicate set of keys Marco had given me when I moved in and unlocked his door.

I found rustled sheets and the pillows neatly tucked into the headboard. There's Marco for you- never bothers to fold his covers. On his bedside table was a note.

"Picking up some stuff. Be back at 10:40." Written in Marco's messy and unproportionate handwriting.

To kill off some time, I read the daily newspaper while making Marco and I a quick breakfast. Headlining the news is "Dress posted on social media, explodes with thousands of opinions and theories."

Wait, what? A dress? A bloody dress? Are you joking? I flipped over to the designated page and started reading off the article. "Some people say it is white and gold, others disagree with a bunch of other colour combinations; most notably blue and black and green and orange." The article had said.

It's white and gold for god's sake! While I was reading the newspaper, my attention went back to what was I supposed to do today. Hmm, eat, watch some netflix, spend time with Marco, sleep. I'm getting really hungry.

OH SHIT THE TOAST. I completely forgot about the bread I was toasting and rushed off to the kitchen counter. My bread had become next to ash spending a few extra minutes in the toaster. God damnit. Sandra you bellend.

"Sandraaaaaaa" I heard Marco call from the living room. Oh, he's just arrived.

"In the kitchen!" I called out. I heard foot falls and a minisculemthump on the floor. Before Marco's feet was a small box, about five inches long and three inches wide.

"Mario told me a letter about your parents. Apparently they wanted you to read it when they passed on." Marco finally spilled the beans.

"Oh" I readied myself for what was about to unfold.

A/N-Sorry for being a bit late! I was supposed to update this four days ago but I got carried away with friends and had drinks. It is back now though!

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