I will never let you go - Marco Reus

50. Please just give me a sign

Three weeks later

Marco POV

She was gone, and there was simply not even a smallest trace of her. Each day I was trying to reach her. I called, wrote countless messages and e-mails. But still there was no answer. My friends were very supportive and also tried to help me. I hoped that maybe Robert would somehow manage to contact her or squeeze some information from her brothers or Kaya, but all of them stated that they have no idea of her whereabouts. I was sure that it was a lie.

Ramsey tried asking about her at her work, but they simply told him that she is away and coordinates the projects via mail. No one had any idea where she is and worst of all – when and if she was planning to go back.

Thanks to my shitty ankle I could not train and I was spending most of my time at home thinking only about her. This time was really like a nightmare. What was even worse was that I haven't cleared the things with Klara. Of course I wanted to but all of my attempts ended with her crying and saying that this is bad for the baby.

I looked at my phone and wrote a millionth message to Marta.

I miss you so bad. Please just give me a sign.

I pressed send and really hoped that maybe this time she would answer.

After few seconds I heard a ping of my phone and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. I took the phone quickly and with trembling fingers unblocked the screen. But unfortunately my excitement dropped just as I saw that it was a message from Forni:

We will be at your place around 8PM.

I just sighed and send him a thumb up.

Marta POV

The sound of the slamming doors is a thing that has been in my mind already for three weeks. That night was in the same time the worst and the most beautiful in my life and unwillingly I have been replaying it in my head over and over. He told me he loved me and still I had to hurt him. I really thought that he would understand me, that we will say goodbye but when he rushed out of my apartment without a word it just felt like the end.

That night I packed my bag and boarded a plane to Brazil, to my brother Alex. He was always my safe place and I knew that he would not tell anybody where I am. Of course one could say that I was running away trying to avoid difficult situations, that there were certainly ways of acting differently. Sure that was some kind of true, but I really felt that it was probably the most mature and difficult decision I had made in whole my life. I wanted Marco to never regret anything that was concerning his child, because being a part of him it deserved all the happiness in the world. And the fact that apparently Marco didn't understand that broke my heart even more.

One...Two..Three...Twenty....

I was going back to my brother's apartment and I was counting the stairs. Frankly speaking for three weeks I was looking for all kinds of distractions that would take my mind from Marco, so counting stairs was one of them. When I reached the second floor I sighed heavily and opened the door without knocking. I hoped that my brother was busy with something, because today I was not really in the mood to talk with him. The whole day my phone rang furiously. I have received countless phone calls and messages from Robin, Forni and Mario. I didn't answer any of the calls and didn't even read a single message. I was just afraid that they were trying to contact me on behalf of Marco. No, I was not afraid, I was more than sure that they were doing that for him. The same thing repeated every day for the last three weeks but only the guys trying to contact me were changing, like they were having turns. Of course Marco was trying to reach me as well, but talking with him would be just too much painful. I loved him to the moon and back. But still I had made a decision and I should stick to it.

Well, hello. – I heard my brother's voice from the kitchen. I took off my shoes, took a deep breath and entered.

Alex, hi... - I said quietly opening the fridge and taking out a can of soda.

Marta, that has to end. I know you are devastated but you should really start to live, to cope with the situation. Please, I cannot see you like this. – he said standing up and placing himself in front of me.

Alex, thank you for your care but I really don't need that. I just need a calm place to crush. – I said stubbornly.

I know, and you know that I will do everything for you. But please at least give someone a proof that you are alive, that you are somehow ok. I am sure that your phone is ringing all the time, because mine does that as well. – he said embracing me.

What do you mean? – I asked putting my head on his chest.

Girl, Robert calls me everyday to check if maybe you are with me because everybody is getting crazy. Kaya even told me that Robin thinks of establishing a search party... - he took a deep breath. – Marco contacted me through my work and I was told that all off your footballer friends asked their acquaintances in other clubs to inform them if they happen to see you. Seriously, you don't have to contact Marco himself, but please your friends are worried about you. And please don't ask me or Kaya to contact them, it will be unfair. They deserve to hear from you. So please pick one person, whoever. And call them that you are ok. – the look in my brother's eyes was very demanding. And I knew that he was right.

Ok. – I nodded and took few steps back.

Ok what? – Alex asked raising his eyebrows.

I will make a call. – I said and went to the terrace.

That was easier then I thought – I heard my brother whispering.

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It was a quiet and early evening. I was looking at the lights sparkling in this beautiful city. I was sitting at the terrace for few hours and evey time that Alex entered and wanted to talk to me I just waved him a hand to go. I needed my time. I knew that I should talk with somebody and I was sure that maybe if they knew that I am ok, or at least in one peace, they would stop calling me.

I looked at my clock. In Brazil it was about 8PM, but in Dortmund it was already 11PM. It was not a very polite time to call but I still decided to make it. I searched through my contact list, took a deep breath and pressed the "call" buton.