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luara's thumbs hovered over the keyboard on her phone.
she was anxious to even text him, let alone call him, or go see him. she felt stupid after coming to her senses. she didn't know what to say, or do, so this was her first thought.
luara : i love u
she chewed on her bottom lip, and pulled her duvet up to cover her chest, even though she was alone. after a few seconds, she changed her mind, and went to click on her message and delete it, but he'd already read it.
neymar : i love you
she let out a breath of relief, and rolled over to her stomach blowing a strand of curly hair out of her face.
luara : i miss u
neymar : i miss you
at this point, it seemed like he was copying her messages, so she licked over her lips, typing out something different.
luara : i want to talk to u
he'd read her message, but didn't reply, so she figured he either didn't want to talk to her, or he was ignoring her. until, his name popped up at the top of her screen, along with the buzzing vibrations instead of her ringtone.
she answered it, putting the phone to her ear, "hi."
"what do you want to talk to me for?"
his voice was impatient, and she felt as if she was disturbing him, but, nonetheless, she carried on, playing with the corner of her pillow.
"i'm sorry." was all she managed to say, cringing at her words, furrowing her brows at herself.
he didn't respond, as if he was telling her to go on, so she did, "i'm sorry for leaving you, and i'm sorry for being a hypocrite. and a bitch. and a jealous bitch."
he was quiet for a moment, and during that moment, luara felt even more stupider and idiotic.
"you should be."
she sucked on her teeth. she should've expected he'd say something like that.
"you're not a bitch."
"hm, okay." she said quickly, getting slightly annoyed at the strands of hair that kept falling in front of her face, so she frustratedly brushed them behind her ear.
"i mean it."
"anyway, i'm sorry, do you accept my apology?" she rolled onto her back, beginning to play with a strand of her hair.
"i don't know." he said, and luara almost groaned in annoyance, "i have to go, lua, i'll talk to you another time."
"okay." she sighed, unsure of what else to say. at least he didn't seem mad at her anymore, "i miss you."
"i miss you more, but i have to go, meu amor."
she sighed, "okay, i love you."
"i love you."
he ended the call quite quickly, and luara felt a little confused. he must be in a rush. letting out a breath, she stared up at her ceiling, unsure of what to do. locking her phone, she got up off the bed, making her way to the bathroom. she didn't have much to do today, other than a few interviews, but she was feeling a bit better with herself now that she'd spoken to neymar. even if he was busy.
