Apart | Neymar Jr.

Vinte e seis.

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Heartbeat song- Kelly Clarkson

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Ally's POV

Cristina greets me with the biggest smile you could imagine at work, three days after I've met Tisha and listened to her opinion of the situation.

I have actually spend all of my time here in Brazil the same; going to work in the mornings, returning to my hotelroom that I can barely afford in the late afternoon to finally eat the first thing of the whole day, taking a long walk on the beach to let my thoughts travel and going to sleep at eleven o'clock, exhausted but not able to sleep as I am not able to forget the way Neymar's arms fitted around my body, so I cry myself to sleep.

I move my hair out of my face as I return the smile rather carefully and hug her as always.

"What's up Crissy?"

She grins even brighter but shakes her head.

"Nobody dared to read the note, it's only for you"

I furrow my eyebrows and send her a confused look, pulling back a bit to be able to look at her properly.

"What note? And what are you even talking about?"

Cristina's grin is being replaced by a mysterious smile as she shrugs her shoulders.

"Like I said, nobody dared to read it because it's addressed to you! Emille who is the responsible one for the letters and fanmail gave it to me this morning saying that you received a letter but we don't know who sent it, it's anonymous!"

My heartbeat quickens with every word that would escape her mouth.

Who could be the one sending me a letter?

I have never received any kinds of letters apart from my grandmother Diane who died two years ago, she loved writing me because she thought that at least some part of the good old times should survive in a modern world like ours.

"Here you go!"

Cristina hands me a light red envelope and winks at me before leaving the room, seeming to give me some space which I am pretty thankful for.

I open the envelope slowly, trying not to cut my finger on the thin paper as I unfold the letter. Something falls onto the ground as I do so and I bent down to carefully pick it up again.

It's a picture of me, taken before Neymar and I once left for a charity event. I knit my eyebrows as I realize that someone cut Neymar out of the photo; it once showed me in his arms. I wore a white robe that barely reached the ground and nude shoes, my hair was curled and up in a perfect bun, revealing sparkling silver earrings.

I smile to myself and wipe a single tear that would make its way down my cheek as some sudden sadness about how that happy time is simply over washes over me.

Neymar's typical messy handwriting is to be seen on the letter as I finally manage to read it.

'Meu amor,

The sparkle of the stars
Captured in your eyes

The warmth of the sun
Captured in your heart

The brightness of the moon
Captured in your soul

The heat of the flames
Captured in your body

The smoothness of the waves
Captured in your every move

The perfection of all above
Captured in everything you are and do