Taken By The Fall || Marco Reus

Rooftops aren't Serues

Chapter Seventeen:

Kisses.

Kisses were what people gave each other whenever there was a joyous occasion to celebrate. Kisses were what you would give for someone to shut the hell up. Kisses were the only way you could talk to someone without words.

Sandra hated the word. It was the one, single-handed word that could only bring her down more than anything else has ever had. A kiss has brought her down from just a little bit above zero, to complete rock bottom.

She knew that all the strength and courage she had put in to finally push Marco out of her life had disappeared when he kissed her. He told her through that kiss, to let it go. And now, she was standing inches away from his face, and all she wanted to do was to close the gap.

"You can't pretend that you don't feel the same way I do." Speaking of the devil; Marco said to Sandra, shaking his head, seconds after pulling away from the kiss.

Sandra swallowed, still taking in what just happened. "You're right." She said, looking Marco straight in the eye. "I do feel the same", taking in a deep breath.

She couldn't think with all the heavy music and people in the room; she had to get out.

"I'm sorry, I need to get some air." Sandra excused herself, and nudged her way through the people dancing and out of the apartment in a hurry.

When she got out of the apartment building and found herself outside in the wet and cold streets of Dortmund, Marco was just behind following her.

"Sandra, wait!" Marco called out, bringing Sandra to a halt.

She turned around and looked him straight in the eye. "You know, I was wrong. We could never have made this work." She said in a low voice.

"Sandra I-"

"We're too different!" She spurted out.

"You don't think I noticed how the color of my skin, my ethnicity and my background affected us? Imagine if people saw you, a Dortmund bred pure German footballer kindle with an immigrant like me." Sandra spat; the deadly words which she had wanted to say ever since the start.

"You belong with someone like Sarafina." She said, more softly. "Pretty, perfect, blonde, sweet." Her voice croaked the adjectives that described the girl that she thought Marco's image was suited for.

"Just list-" Marco was cut off again.

Sandra continued rambling on. "And maybe I'm still in love you! Maybe I don't want to leave you alone, or go back to Buenos Aires, or see you with some blonde woman. Or maybe I just need to-"

She was cut off by Marco grabbing her hand and pulling her as he ran through the empty streets.

"What the hell are you doing?" She shouted, following behind Marco as they practically sprinted; entering and running up a building staircase now.

Marco chose not to answer her, stopping to a halt only when they reached a deserted area where they were on the rooftop of a building that looked over the skyline of Dortmund.

It was a small area, only big enough to fit the two of them as the balcony sort rails were keeping them off the edge.

"What the hell was that?!" Sandra demanded, panting after running to the point where she was practically out of breathe, but that's what happens when you had to keep up with a football player.

"For once in your life, stop talking and listen."

"How dare-"

Marco wrapped his right arm around her and pressed their bodies together in between a shadowed alcove. Then he shoved his index finger onto her lips.

He intended for her to hear the city noise, which she did. She heard the sounds of the after New Years parties that occurred in the city below them.

When the sounds became more evident and Sandra was silent, he removed his finger from her lips.

But it was too late.

Because Sandra could feel his heart beating faster.

Just like hers.

"You were saying?" He was so close; his words were more breath than sound.

"How—how dare you say that to me?" She whispered.

Marco's eyes glittered with something akin to amusement.

"How dare I imply you were the person that caused this whole mess?"

"Me? This is not my fault! This was always your fault!" Sandra retorted.

"Mine?"

"You and your charisma, Marco."

"No. You and your mouth, Sandra. You were the one that kissed me first."

"Wrong, you wretched imbecile! I was drunk."

"See? That mouth." He reached up and grazed his thumb across her lips. "That—magnificent mouth."

Sandra's heart thudded against his, and when she peered up at him through her eyelashes, his hand at the small of her back pulled her impossibly close.

"What are you doing to me, you plague of a girl?" He whispered.

"If I'm a plague, then you should keep your distance, unless you plan on being destroyed." She swallowed, trying to make her voice sound tough but ended up sounding the contrary.

"No." His hands dropped to her waist. "Destroy me."

And then, ladies and gentleman, he brought his mouth to hers. This time there was no turning back.

Sandra felt her head swirl around. Her lips were hers one moment, and then they were his. In this kiss, she knew she was lost. Lost forever. In this kiss. This kiss that would change everything. She was back at zero.

Engulfed in the beautiful Dortmund view and the presence of his loved one right beside him, his pulled away from Sandra with a sparkle in his eyes.

"And maybe I love you too." Marco whispered, his head resting against hers.

"Tell me you won't let me go again." Sandra whispered back, her eyes still shut from the kiss, refusing to open them.

"I'll never make that mistake again. I shouldn't have let you go the first time, no way am I letting you go the second time. Stay with me, Sandra. Let's be together."

"What about Sarafina?"

"She never would've compared to you. Not in a billion years."

She scoffed, knowing that Sarafina's qualities were undeniably better than hers.

"I'm not kidding around. We can make this work." He persuaded.

Sandra took a deep breath, and looked him in the eye.

"We'll make this work."

-

Hey

This is pretty short and shit but oh well I haven't updated in like three weeks (sorry about that btw).

Ive just been kinda busy with school and stuff so I haven't really gotten the time to do a lot of writing but I'm glad I got it done anyway J.

Wish me luck bc I got a football tournament coming up in Hannover and I really hope our team does well this year!

Love,

Alica