Invincible ?Marco Reus?

Friday

There was such a mess on the internet this morning. There were thousands of pictures of me and Marco there. Shit...And do you know what's the best? My face is visible on all of them. Great, isn't it? I even called Marco who calmed me down a bit. At least for some minutes. But then, the nervousness came again.

Walking back home, I breathed in the fresh air. I've had a bad feeling since the morning. I just...my stomach aches, my head is spinning and heart pounding like crazy. Maybe something's going on...the last time I had this bad feeling was when...when I broke up with Oliver. Opening the front door of the building, I started walking up the stairs instead of taking the lift. I don't like elevators that much. After finding the keys in the red handbag, I looked up and gasped for air. "Hi, Charlie." Oliver said. I took a step back and shook my head. "This is just a bad dream." I muttered and he was about to take a step forward when I stopped him. "Don't you dare!" I called and he nodded. "I just wanna talk, Char. That's it." he said and I took a deep breath. "Talk? Why shall we talk? I said all I'd wanted back in Munich." I snapped and he furrowed his eyebrows. "The pain disappeared." he noted and I scoffed. "It didn't. But 80% of the pain changed into anger." I explained and he pointed on the box which was on the floor. "I...I brought you the clothes which...were in my flat." he said and I nodded. "Great. Now, if I'm allowed to ask something, where do you know where I live from?" I snapped and he sighed. "I...I have my sources." he mumbled and I scoffed. "Okay, I knew you wouldn't say more. Now, why are you here?" I asked and he gulped. "I wanna talk." he said and I looked away. "5 minutes, Charlie. Please." he mused. "Charlie, please." he repeated. I won't get rid of him easily if I don't let him talk to me. I nodded and looked at him. "5 minutes. Not a minute more." I warned and unlocked the door.

"Stay there." I warned not wanting to let him come further the flat. "So I deserve only the hall?" he posed and I shrugged. "You deserve less, but I, being wonderful, am not that cruel." I snapped and he sighed. "Where shall I place the box?" he asked still holding it in his hands. "Floor. I'm able to get it into my bedroom, thanks." I replied sharply. After a while of only staring at each other, I decided to speak. "You realize that there're only about 3 minutes left, don't you?" I mused crossing my arms over my chest. Seeing him doesn't make me shiver anymore. I'm strong and that idiot deserves nothing. "Charlie, I wanna say how sorry I am." he said and I rolled my eyes. "This has already been here before." I muttered and he nodded. "I wanna go back to where we were." he said making me shot my gaze on him. H-he...this..

"What?" I squealed and he gulped. "Char, I love you, I love you to the Moon and back." he said and my eyes got teary. This is impossible. "Well, what a shame you've realized it when the last thing I want is to see you." I muttered and he took a step closer. "Charlie, please. I'm so sorry." he said. "I did stupid things...but the time apart proved me that I want my life with you. With my Charlie." he spoke. "You needed the time to realize that?" I mumbled quietly and he smiled lightly. "But I know it now." he said softly and took another step closer. "What a pity! I knew it before!" I exclaimed wiping my tears away. "I'd wanted to have a future with you before you turned into a monster! Into a monster whose fuck toy I was!" I exclaimed and his face softened. Don't do this. "I'm sorry. But I'm back. The Oliver you loved is back. Baby, please." he whispered. "Exactly." I muttered and he smiled thinking that I agreed on getting back.

"Exactly! I loved you! I did, but not anymore. I do not love you!" I exclaimed and he shook his head. "You can't forget me and you know that." he shot, but I shook my head. "You're so wrong. So damn wrong." I muttered. "Don't try to lie, Charlotte. I was the first one you let to get closer after what had happened in the UK. I was the one and, like it or not, I'm gonna be on your mind forever." he posed. I need to get rid of him. He needs to fuck off. I was walking past him when he took my hand in his. "Charlie, give us a chance." he whispered. I looked on my wrist and shook my head. Invincible. "You're right. You were the first one I let inside." I confirmed and a soft smile appeared on his face. "But now, the only one whom I believe and love is Marco. And he's treating me so so much better than you've ever done." I muttered and got out of his grip. Opening the door, I looked at him. "Goodbye, Oliver." I said. He kept standing there staring on me. "I said goodbye." I repeated and he nodded. He was walking by when he stopped. "I'm sorry." he whispered and I closed the door behind him. Lowering myself on the floor, I closed my eyes tightly. I hate him so freaking much...

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