Time heals all wounds, right? Maybe for most people, but Alana Amero isn't in the category of most people. Over a year later after her bitter break up with Neymar, she believes her worries are over. But when she's asked to help oversee the tasks one...
"Stand in the gate of the Lord's house, and proclaim there this word, and say, Hear the word of the Lord, all ye of Judah, that enter in at these gates to worship the Lord."
Jeremiah 7:2.
Impulsive. That's what I am--impulsive.
I've always been quite the impulsive type, had I not been: I might've still been in New York, watching my life go by with my head in Chemistry books that I'd burn later on the grill in the backyard. What if I weren't impulsive, where would I be?
At times, being an impulsive being works out pretty well, but knowing my life so far, pretty well means that I pretty much escaped with my life at the last second.
Right now, I'm sure that my impulsiveness landed me right in the middle. Ironically, I sat on a plane to São Paulo in between two old guys while Neymar sat up in first class. We awkwardly decided to sit in different sections so that we could board at different times. You know how airlines love first class.
I did this with the intention of seeing Davi, and maybe with making point of how much Ney and I were "friends". Remember the last time when we became friends? He and I had an argument days into that "friendship", and now I had the lovely burden of not being caught in this "friendship" by his girlfriend. Or anybody else, for that matter. I hated being secretive, but it comes with the territory of being impulsive.
At that point, I did not really care. Why let people trump your decisions if you aren't doing anything wrong? It was an enigma.
It makes ya think, think of what everybody would think of it. By it: I mean anything you do. It's a constant thought in back of your mind, it's the kind of mindset you have when so much is expected of you by so many people. People you never have met before.
One of the old men with coke bottle glssses sneezed into his hand, knocking me out of my thoughts as some pressure went into my ear. He looked at his hands and wiped them on the arm rest that we shared, making my eyebrows knit together.
"Well that's nice..." I said to myself as I brushed a strand out of the way of my eyes.
My eyes skimmed the plane, seeing who was who, I stopped to smile at a baby who was sat on his mother's lap. He bore a toothless grin as he hid in the crook of his mother's neck with a giggle. In that instant, he reminded me of Rebekah, whom I hadn't seen in forever it felt like. Then he reminded me of Davi when he smiled again at me, who I really haven't seen in forever.
Suddenly, I began to think of Shane as my eyes ventured all the more. What would he think, if he saw me traveling with Neymar, who he's already insecure about. Shane would never do this with Brevilia, so what was I doing? I desperately felt the need to call Andrew and gather his thoughts on it all, something I also had not done in recent months. My phoned chimed loudly as I fumbled with it to silence the noise. It was something from imessage, and a name that I hadn't seen in so long was now on my screen.
From: Caro
"Guess somebody is really excited to see u!!"
Attached was a picture of Davi with a toothy grin and eyes that were almost screwed shut. I didn't question the flowers in his hand, that made me gush even more. It was a bit of banter back and fourth between Carolina and I, as if we never skipped a beat.
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