Football/requests and one shots

You went too far

So if you like these type of short stories. You can tell me your requests.
I love writing and I have lots of ideas.
But I would love to write something people want to read.
So maybe I will keep on going whith these stories.
Well now to the one shot!

This is also a request and thank you for that 🎀🎀

~Leo pov

‼️ warning suicidal thoughts ‼️

There are many things I hate, but not many things I like.
I hate people, talking, being whith people, Paris, my team and the media.
I have lost interest in everything.
There is only one person who can make me feel something in this cruel world.
That is my only friend, the only person who treats me kindly and who can make me smile. My friend Neymar.
He is not just a friend. I am in love whith him.
The only thing that keeps me alive is the dream where he tells me he loves me too, we get married and adopt kids and go live somewhere far away.
I used to love football, but now it has become one of my most hated things. Eversince I was kicked out of Barcelona my heart couldn't take it anymore.
The way the ball feels on my feet, nothing I can't feel the euphoria anymore.
The people of Paris have ruined my motivation. I might not look like it, but I happen to be really sensitive.
My heart used to love so mutch.
I wanted good for this world.
Now?
I think we all deserve a special cell in hell.
Except for Neymar, he deserves the most beautiful castle in heaven.

I am sitting on the grass of our training field.
It is starting to rain.
I watch as the water goes down my legs.
I don't feel the cold, I don't feel anything.

Untill sunrise falls to my eyes.
Literally.
Neymar jumps to hug me on the ground.
Now I feel everything.
His heartbeat, the rain, the cold.
He is my medication.
"Thank god you are here," Neymar wispers to my ear. His breathing feels warm on my cold ear.
He rises up and gives me his hand. He smiles at me and I take his hand. He helps me up, but doesn't let go.
"Can we stay here after training?" Neymar asks. I nodd.

I dislike this team almost as mutch as I dislike this city. My teammates always glare at me like the most disgusting piece of trash in the world.
They think they are all high and mighty. Always wearing those annoying faces.

When did life begin to feel this horrible?

I am not that old now am I?
I guess something just went wrong.

Finally the training was over and there was only me and Neymar left.
We were laying down and watching clouds.
"Do you have anyone you love?" Neymar asks.
I know he bropably has a beautiful girlfriend.
I wish I was his beautiful girlfriend.
The only person I love is him.
"Only one," I say.
He goes quiet.

"What are you thinking now?" He asks.
"Nothing," I answer.
"I know you are. You never tell me anything," He says whith annoyed tone.
"Well I want to quit football," I say.
"WHAT? You have won like everything? Your life is perfect thanks to football? Everyone wants to be you!" Neymar argues.
"Well I just don't feel happy. My life isn't perfect you know," I say.
"Yeah right. There is nothing in this world you can't have. Are you bored whith how perfect everything is for you?" He says.
"I can't have the one thing I want the most," I state. I continue before he gets to say anything.
"Everyone in this city hates me, the team, the people. And I hate this city too. I don't enjoy football anymore. I wish I would have stayed in Barcelona. But they kicked me out. I should've gone to Man City. I should retire now that I have the world cup," I state. My words at times get splashed out of my mouth with too mutch volume.
"You little bitch who was born whith gold spoon in his ass are mad about that? You have no idea how bad my life has been and here I am. Still people say you're better than me? They always compare me to you and critizice me for not being you.
And I am offended now. Man city instead of PSG? Are you saying that everything we have gone trought together doesn't matter to you? I thought you were my bestfriend. Guess not,"
Neymar rambles. His eyes are filled whith green flames.
"Oh yeah? I am glad I haven't been telling you how I feel if this is how you react! And don't get me started on how YOU left me at Barcelona and how YOU left Barcelona becouse of me. You know what? That shit hurted mutch more than me losing the world cup final. Knowing that the person I cared about the most left becouse of me. I didn't even do anything. You just got a little jealous,"
Now I think I went too far. But so did he. He had no right to disrespect my feelings.
"DON'T YOU DARE GO THERE!
You know what I am glad I left. I am glad I came here. And I would be so damn glad you just gave up on football you ungrateful bitch.
You know what? You should give up on your life too. GO JUMP OFF THE EIFFEL TOWER!"
Now he went even more far.
The person I love the most. The person I want to got married whith just told me to kill myself.
He doesn't look at me and only runs away.
My heart broke into thousand peaces.