Y/N's POV:
I hurried out of the room. Tears were rolling down my cheeks. I felt really angry on myself for kissing Neymar. He does not love me anymore. But I still love him. I was the one who left him but I did that because I felt that it was the right thing to do at that time.
Ughh... Why is life so complicated? I wiped off my tears and started to look for Marc. The last time I've seen him was when Neymar and I were kissing. I spotted Marc at the bar. I walked closer to him. He was drinking vodka or something. He looked drunk.
"Marc! You okay?" I asked placing my hand on his shoulder. He looked at me. "Are you drunk?" I asked him. "I don't know anything! Just go away and leave me alone!" he said in a loud voice. "Marc! I can't leave you alone. At least not in this way!" I said. "Come! Let's go home!" I said and put his hands on my neck.
I took him to the car. He got in the car. I started driving towards his house.
We have reached home. I opened the door with the keys. I was holding Marc and then I took him to his bedroom. Marc laid down on the bed and I covered him with a blanket. "Do you care about me?" Marc said out of nowhere. " Yes! I do! Why do you ask?" I asked him. He started getting up and came close to my face. He slowly kissed my lips. "Marc! What is this?" I asked as he stopped.
"I love you!" he said. "No! That's not possible. You need rest." I said and ran out of the room. I started crying. I was feeling so bad. Why is my life so complicated? Why? Maybe Marc doesn't love me. Maybe he's saying all this because he's drunken. But I've heard that people speak out the truth when they are drunken. I just needed some rest. I changed my clothes and then laid down on the couch.
It was morning. I woke up as the sunlight lightly hit my face. I started stretching my arms. I saw Marc standing in the kitchen. He was having juice. I stood up and went to change my clothes.
I came back and saw Marc sitting on the couch and watching TV. I tried to walk away avoiding him. But he saw me."Hey Y/N! " ...."Shit...." I said. Marc got up from the couch and started walking towards me. "There's breakfast for you in the kitchen. Eat it! Okay?" He said smiling. What the hell is wrong with him? How can he act so normal after what happened last night?
"Okay" I said. He turned back and started to walk away but I immediately called out his name "Marc!" He turned back. "Hmm?" He said with a questioning look on his face. "Do you remember anything that happened last night?" "Yeah!" " You remember all of it?" "Ahh.. actually no! All I remember is that I got drunk and then came back home and then I probably passed out.Why do you ask?" "No! Just like that!" I said feeling a bit relieved. He might have did all that because of the alcohol. I went to the kitchen and started eating my breakfast. It was some toasted breads,a fried egg, some sausages and a glass of orange juice. I had to go out to meet a friend of mine so I decided to take a shower. After that I dried my hair. I wore my floral dress. Then I applied some mascara and kept my lips nude. I was ready to go out.
