Double Trouble Too // Neymar Jr //

-0.9- Tudo Passa

"Surely the righteous shall give thanks to Your name;
The upright shall dwell in Your presence."

-Psalm 140:13.

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            After laying in bed for what seemed like hours, I decided to stop feeling sorry for myself and get out of the comfortable bed beneath me. I had to do the task managing thing anyway, not that I was too amped up for it...and I hadn't quit, I was not gutsy enough to do that. A sigh escaped my lips as I sat up, seeing the sunlight stream in through the window. It was mostly focused on Neymar's bed, and speaking of whom, did not bother to come inside during the night. He let me in, grabbed his things from the central room and left in a hurry to wherever he was going. I sucked my teeth at the thought of him, grumbling to myself.

It was 7am, which gave me a little time to FaceTime with Shane, like he promised. But of course when I called, he had completely forgotten, greeting me with a confused and sleep ridden voice. We promised to chat later, and I had a feeling in the pit of my stomach that he would forget again. A defeated sigh was emitted from me as I set my overheated phone to my side.

It was quiet.

Too quiet.

I sat cross legged on the hardwood floor, hunching over, and tracing my fingers over the detailed rings in the mahogany floor. I was in the mood to hear something cheery, to lift up my spirits. I selected Aguas de Março, ever since Neymar was listening to it, getting me in a bossanova mood.

"É pau, é pedra. É o fim de caminho,"

I hummed along to the melody, scrambling to get up to my feet. I had to pick out my outfit for later on, with the exception of my Brazilian national team staff sweatshirt. The weather app said to expect rain, so it made me go against my decision to wear a white shirt.

"É um resto de toco, É um pouco sozinho..."

My suitcase lay idle in the closet of the hotel room, with clothes and miscellaneous things within it. I sat across from it, laying it flat on the cool floor. I brushed a few strands of hair out of the way, unzipping the monstrous sized suitcase. A few items of extra things later, my hands touched something cool and metallic.

"É um caco de vidro, É a vida é o sol,"

My hand grabbed whatever it was, and I gasped. In my hands was the goldeb compass that Neymar had given me for my 21st birthday. My heart raced at the sight of it, having not seen it for months. Although I had still driven the car that he had bought for me, this present still was the best gift he had ever given me. Amongst many unnecessary others.

"É um mistério profundo, é o queira ou não queira...

É o vento ventando, é o fim da ladeira,"

I held the tiny fist sized compass, wondering how in the world how it got inside of my suitcase. On the back of it read in golden letters Psalm 30:5. And I turned it to the front, seeing the silver letters read such a familiar phrase.

Tudo Passa...

"Everything passes..." I breathed out in a tone of realization. Of what? I didn't know either.