𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 | 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐍

036.

(WHITE FERRARI— FRANK OCEAN)

❝HOW'S SHE DOING?❞

DELINA had been in Paris for three months now and she was enjoying every minute of it. The first month of her new life in Paris she had thrown herself into her job and making her apartment feel like home, seeing as she would be in it for the next two years.

Aside from her friends back home, Neymar had in fact been one of her closet friends in Paris. The moment he knew she was in his city, he reached out, a friendly invite for the pair to grab some dinner so he could show her around, wanting to make her transition from London to Paris easier for her.

The two became very close friends and ended up spending a lot of time together. She had been going to his games of recent, where she was introduced to his team. That's when she met Kylian.

The two initially began hanging out in group settings until they moved away from the groups and started to hang out one on one.

There was a lot of chemistry there with the two that was undeniable. They went on a few dates and then began dating privately.

Although the relationship was new, she knew that the way she felt about Richarlison was unmatched. No matter how much she wanted to act like it, the no contact was killing her.

She went from literally speaking to him everyday to absolutely nothing in such a short amount of time.
Three months had gone by since she last saw him and not a day went by where she didn't miss seeing him or hearing his laughs.

But she knew this was for the best. He clearly wasn't that great if he had no care or respect for her feelings. She didn't need him in her life if he was like that.

Richarlison hadn't stopped thinking about Delina since she left. He replayed her voicemail every single day. When he woke up and when he went to sleep.

He felt incapable of doing anything without her. He couldn't eat or sleep without thinking about her. Even at training, his mind was so far away from what he was doing. She consumed his every thoughts. He felt empty and lost without her.

As he was sat on the couch, with a beer, thinking about Delina—his nightly routine, his phone began to ring.

He was prepared to ignore it, what he'd been doing with every single call for the last three months. He had withdrawn from the world entirely. No Instagram posts, no texts messages, nothing. It was a miracle to get ahold of him. Or get a response earlier than a week later.

Picking his phone up, he saw it was a FaceTime call from Neymar. He wasn't sure why but a part of him was hopeful that when he answered the call, Delina's beautiful face would flash up on the screen. Warm his heart that had become cold in her absence.

Breathing out heavily, he answered it. His heart beating quickly as he waited for it to connect.

When it finally did, Neymar's face filled the screen.

"Hello my friend." He waved

"How are you? You're hard to get ahold of huh!" Neymar added