When love comes to an end

Chapter 11

I woke up and it was finally Saturday. It's been a stressful week, but so many things changed in just this few days.

"Morning," I called Jonathan, who was already awake since I got his text just few minutes ago.

"Morning lazy, how are you?" he said with his kind and joyful voice.

"Good, you?" I said as I was still lying in bed not in the mood to do anything.

"I'm okay, just getting ready to go to the game."

"You got called to play?" I asked happy to hear that, since he was injured and thought he might not be able to go play.

"Well yes, but I'll be probably sitting on the bench."

"I wish I could come watch you." I said as I realized it's not that easy to see him play as it was to see Neymar.

"Next time you will, I'll come get you."

He always managed to make me feel happy, better. I smiled and then we talked a little bit more until I finally stood up and got under the shower. As I finished that, I went to have a bowl of cereal.

I kept thinking of the fight Neymar and I had last night. I managed to tell him what made me so upset with him and I'm glad I did. However, I was afraid this fight meant the end of our friendship.

I knew I had to forget him now that I was dating Jonathan and I knew he was being an asshole since the day he got with Sara, but feelings cannot change so quick, I wish they did. I was always telling myself to get over him, when he was with Carol then with Bruna...

But those eyes and that smile never faded out of my heart. The love I had and still have for Neymar was too strong. Some people would say I was sick to still try after all of this years, I heard people say to give up, but the connection Neymar and I had was not understandable to others.

No one understood why and how I felt this way, no one was living this friendship with us. I fell in love with him and his actions towards me; he always gave me something to hold on to.

However, look at me now. I am sitting on the sofa on a Saturday, failing school, hated by my classmates and with a boyfriend, but he is not Neymar.

I liked Jonathan, he was a beautiful person, and he was so alike Neymar. Maybe that was one of the reasons why he managed to get my attention. With Jonathan, I felt protected, happy and free.

When I was with Neymar, I felt like home.

I spent the entire day just watching TV series. It's been a week since the last time I went to school and I was really behind, but I decided to leave university. I was not really looking forward to see haters. However, I decided not to tell anyone until the end of the semester.

I remembered tonight was the last game at camp Nou, which also might decide that Barcelona is the winner of La Liga. I wanted to see the game; I also did not have much to do the entire day so I was annoyed. I wanted to go, but after the fight Neymar and I had, I felt like going would have no sense. Yet I never missed a game since the day I got here, and I was always there to support not only Neymar, but also the entire team, which was the one I always root for.

I decided to go. It was not only Neymar playing, so going there did not mean that I was there for him. Therefore, I got ready to go. This time and for the first time, I was not wearing Neymar's jersey.

I got inside my car and then drove all the way to the stadium. As usual, there was many people, but I got a pass Neymar got me and managed to get quickly inside. However I was already late, because I decided to come quiet late.