My Star to my Moon 🌙|Neymessi

The End 🌙

It was 12:03 AM on December 7th when Lionel got the call. 

Lionel reached for his phone under his pillow. He assumed that it would be Neymar letting him know that he arrived at his house safely.
He was so wrong. 

"Messi, you gotta come quick!"

"Kylian? What happened?!" Lionel's heart started racing. "Neymar, he's in the hospital." Lionel's heart dropped. "Holy fucking shit. Text me the directions I'll be there in five." Lionel's voice was breaking.
Lionel raced to his parent's room to grab their keys.
He knew a thing or two about driving. Lionel wrote them a messy note letting them know what happened.

Lionel drove to the hospital as fast as he could.

Kylian and Neymar's friends were already in the waiting room outside Neymar's room.
Kylian gave him a sad smile when he saw him.
 A nurse came out after a few minutes. "You guys can see Neymar one at a time while we run some tests." Lionel couldn't see Neymar in whatever state he was in.
He couldn't.

Lionel went in last. 

Lionel's hands were shaking so he hid them in his pockets. He saw Neymar with bandages wrapped around his head and his arm in a cast. His face was bruised too. His beautiful face.

"Ney," Lionel started crying hysterically. "Neymar, wake up, please." Lionel squeezed Neymar's hand. It hurt him how Neymar couldn't squeeze back. He knew what Neymar would tell him if he was awake.

"I'm just fine, Leo. I'll live for you."

Lionel couldn't look at Neymar without remembering everything he and Neymar went through together. 

The roof where they met.
The swings where he made his first promise.
Lionel's front porch where they had their first kiss.
The courtyard where he told Neymar how he felt.
The bus stop where Neymar shared his story and his second promise.
Lionel's kitchen where Neymar said I love you for the first time, giving him hope.
Lionel's room where he gave Neymar a place to peacefully sleep.
Neymar's car where he reassured Lionel that he would always be okay.
The bed where Neymar made Lionel his.
The night that Neymar told Lionel their destinies were just fine.

Lionel covered his face with his hands. Why did life have to be like this? Why did Neymar have to get in a car crash? Why? "I love you, Neymar. I fucking love you. If you die I'll kill myself on the spot. I can't live without you. I can't and won't." Lionel was a mess of snot and hiccups but none of that mattered to him. Neymar could die any second with no guarantee of life. He just wanted Neymar to be okay. Lionel looked at Neymar's heart monitor. As long as that stupid thing kept beeping, nothing mattered. 
Lionel's phone started beeping.
His parents were calling him and texting him. 

He couldn't talk to them. Not when he had bigger things to worry about.
Lionel could get grounded for life or get scolded for hours at a time by his parents if that's what needed to happen so he could stay by Neymar's side.
Neymar was always there when Lionel needed him. It was Lionel's turn to stay by Neymar when he needed him most.
It wasn't like Lionel could make Neymar wake up so he could be okay, but he was there by his side. He'll always be by his side. And that's all that mattered.
When Neymar was lonely, Lionel would be with him.
When Neymar was at his lowest point, Lionel would be with him.
Until death tears them apart.

Lionel would have hope for Neymar. Neymar filled Lionel with hope when they first met. He couldn't lose all hope now, not at a time like this. 
Neymar wouldn't do that.
Neymar would have hope for him until the very end. Right now, Lionel had to think about what Neymar would do. Because the saddest people always had the most hope. And right now, Lionel needed hope.