Its been five years since I left neymar, since he walked out my house. Since then, ive moved away from Paris, and moved back home to Brasil. I'm happily living by myself, spending my days with friends and family.
After neymar and I ended things, I thought id never find happiness again. I depended on him so much, that when I didnt have him, I wasnt living. Ive now learnt how to feel complete without him, im myself again.
Im currently just scrolling through my phone on my couch, when I receive a text from one of my best friends. "festival tonight in Copacabana, you in?" she asks. I Havent been out to party in a while, so why not get back out there. I text her a thumbs up, and Start to get ready for the night.
As we get to the festival, the loud music vibrates through the floor, the bright colours and crowds of people surrounding my vision. People everywhere dancing and singing, it looks amazing.
As im walking past people, trying to make my way through the crowd, I accidentally bump into someones shoulder. "sorry" I say quickly apologises as I keep walking.
"y/n?" I hear a familiar voice say behind me, I turn around, and the person I had just bumped into was of course Neymar Jr.
I stop in my tracks, shocked at his figure. He looks a bit different, his beard is longer, and his hair is messier than he usually keeps it, he has dark bags around his eyes and his wearing just plain black sweats, im surprised he isn't all dressed up looking for a girl to take home, he looks tired.
"hi" I say slightly smiling. His eyes are still stuck on mine, "hey, how have you been?" he makes conversation. "ive been really good, I didnt know you were back home" I say, "yea, im back for a couple weeks, then I gotta head back to Europe for football" he explains and I nod.
He has a slight hint of sadness in his face, "Are you here with anybody?" he asks, "yea my friend, I dont know where she went tho" I smile and laugh a bit. When he sees me smile, his eyes immediately light up, and he smiles too.
"its good to see you so happy again," he says, "thanks, yea, I am." I awkwardly agree, knowing I cant really say the same thing back to him. "how are you going?" I ask. He shrugs his shoulders, "alright I guess," he says and I nod in reply. "well I should get going, but it was nice seeing you again" I say smiling. "yea, it really was. goodbye y/n"
Neymars pov:
I cant beleive I saw her again, I watch her as she smiles and laughs. She looks so genuinely happy, I cant beleive im saying this but, I guess us breaking up was the best for her. I wish I could move on like she could, shes cheerful and bright again, and im still stuck thinking about her everyday, wishing I treated her better.
For a moment, before she left, I thought about asking her if shed ever give us another chance, if she still loved me, but after we talked briefly, and I saw how she was glowing, and how much joy she had in her, I knew I need to let her go. I couldnt put her through it again, cause her pain for my selfish pleasure. I wanted to grab onto her while she walked away, but I know, shes much better without me, she deserves more. I need to let go.
