Ronaldo and Khloe<3

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Khloes POV

This time the screen lite up to a picture of me and Marcelo making funny faces. I remember we took that picture after a game. Marcelo was like a brother to me so I knew I would have to answer. I hoped it wasn't just Cris using his phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey its me." said Marcelo's familiar voice.

"Yeah Ik. Caller ID" I said with a small chuckle.

"Yeah. Well ... Listen I can explain why Cris acted the way he acted."

"Marcelo no excuse in this worlds going to make this better."

Marcelo went on to tell me what really happened.

"It changes nothing. He regrets ever giving me the ring and --" I took a deep breath and tried to continue my sentence " and i regret ever falling in love with him" At this point I was all chocked up.

"Khloe dont say that. You know you dont mean it he loves you. And he still does. Hes in the locker room crying for you. Hes just sitting there starring at the ring and asking himself why he was stupid enough to let you walk away. Khloe he still loves you."

"Marcelo stop. I just don't want to get hurt again. Ok? "

"Fine chica but he loves you and he will try and get --"

"Thats not going to happen. Im going to Italy." I said, my voice still a little shaky.

"You cant don't do that to him. How am I suppose to tell him?"

"Tell him that Im tired of getting hurt. Its to much for me. " I took a deep breath trying to continue as I walked passed the airport terminals. "Tell him-- tell him--- tell him that I love him."

"If you love him then why are you going?"

"Because, I promised myself I wouldn't let anyone hurt me again. I got to go my flight just got called. Bye Marcelo."

"Khloe dont do--"

I hung up the phone and slid it make into my back pocket. Here I come Italy.

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I sat there and played with the mash potatoes left on my plate. I had arrived at my parents and my mom had given me something to eat before she headed off to bed along with the rest of the house hold. Ever since I landed which was a few hours ago I had gotten called by Cris a million times and he left about a million messages. I wouldn't even open them. I knew what they would all say. They would say how much he loved me and how he shouldn't have snapped but it was to late. Cris should trust me enough to know that Im in love with him and only him, or should I say was. Marcelo had skyped me already. Me talked for a few minutes but I had to hang up after I realized he was just trying to convince me to come back. I couldn't be mad a Marcelo though. To be honest I missed him already. As much as I hate to say it I miss Cris too. I miss his kiss, smile, No. No. I cant do this. No more falling in love. You just get hurt every time.

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So I guess the only thing I would do was live day by day and mope around trying to heal my broken heart.