Once More. | Manuel Neuer

Chapter Four.

Manuel: Bella please, we're only metres apart, why does it feel like thousands of kilometres? I just want to be able to talk to you again. I don't know why you turned to hating me, but for whatever happened: I'm sorry.
Please, Bella..
Love, Manuel

Arabella locked her phone and sighed. She didn't know why she wouldn't just text him back. Maybe she was too stubborn to say sorry, maybe she was scared for what would happen when she did.
Whatever it was, she hated herself for it.

Ever since she landed in France Manuels texts had become pleading and frequent again. He wanted nothing more then for her to tell him she didn't hate him. He just wanted to see her smile again, just for him.

Arabella sighed and sat up straight on Cristiano's bed.
"What's up?" He mumbled, opening one eye to look at her.
"Am I a bad person?"

Cristiano sighed and sat up behind her before wrapping his arms around her middle and pulling her against him.
"No, you're not," he said lowly. "You're wonderful, but I'm not going to sugarcoat the fact you left that poor German guy heartbroken without as much as an explanation."
Cristiano laid his head on Arabella's shoulder and pressed her even closer for a second.
Arabella closed her eyes, enjoying Cristiano's company, and sighed.
"But I don't understand, it's been two years and we didn't even spend that much time together."
Arabella was trying to reason with herself and Cristiano noticed.
"Maybe that's the difference," Cristiano stated. "You used your brain to think whilst he used his heart."
Arabella kept quiet as she thougt about his words.
"However, that doesn't take away that what you did was fucked up."
Arabella groaned at his words.
"Don't you think I don't know that? If I could turn back time I would, but I can't do that now, can I?" She sneered.
"But if you could turn back time would you change the way you chose to say goodbye or would make sure you guys never went out?"

Arabella kept quiet as she pondered. She had never felt way that Manuel had made her feel before, and -selfish as she was- Arabella did not want to forget how that ever felt, let alone never have felt it.
However, she wanted Manuel to stop hurting. He deserved nothing but happiness and love in his life.
"I don't know," Arabella said honestly.
"Maybe you should just man up and knock on his door," Cristiano suggested.
"Sure, why don't you let me jump off the roof while you're at it."

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A few hours later and Arabella was alone in the hotel room. Well, Junior was there too but he was fast asleep.
Again Arabella's phone buzzed.

Manuel: Two texts in one day.. talk about desperate.
Bella, I know you're reading my texts again, I can see you do, so does that mean you're thinking of me too? Idk, at least you're not deleting without opening anymore, you still know I excist.
I hope you do, you know, think about me, because I'm going mad thinking about you.
Love, Manuel

Arabella closed her eyes and dropped her phone on the bed. She was ready to drown in her self pitty once more when it buzzed again.

Mesut: Hey skank, why are you ignoring me.

Arabella smiled and typed in a reply.

Arabella: Hoe, I'm not I'm just tired.

Arabella contemplated whether replying was smart, considering Manuel would feel even worse if he saw that she did in fact text back to Mesut, but pressed send anyways.
It wasn't long before her phone buzzed again.

Mesut: Come join me and some of the boys for dinner?

Arabella snorted at how shady Mesut was. As if she was going to sit there and pretend everything was fine and dandy.

Arabella: Ya, sure. Just stab me in the eye while your at it, piece of shit.

Mesut: Jesus woman, is it that time of the month or-? And anyways, you don't have a choice. I've missed you and even if I have to drag you down to the restaurant with my own two hands: you are comming.

Arabella groaned loudly. There was no way Mesut wasn't actually going to drag her down there. So now all that's left was hoping that Manuel wasn't a part of "some of the boys".