Not Just Teammates - Neymessi

The decision

Messi pov*

This couldn't be happening I though to myself as I paced around the hospital watching through the window as the doctors and nurses tried their best to get neymar breathing again but as I could see nothing appeared to be working.

Tears flooded my eyes. Was this my fault? Was I too full on? Could I have prevented this?

How could I not have noticed that the love of my life was living with depression, in that year how could I not have noticed how he used to isolate himself from the other team mates, how he didn't want to move in with me.

I couldn't help but think that this is all my fault, if I got to that bathroom sooner this wouldn't have happened, I wouldn't be on the verge of losing the love of my life.

I sank down into the chair outside of the room my ney was in whilst he was currently fighting for his life, I rested my head into my hands, trying desperately not to give up hope but the fact that after 10 minutes and there still hasn't been a response or any movement from neymar I'm starting to think that I've lost him.

Neymars pov*

What's going on? I thought to myself as I was forced into a bright room by a mysterious dark figure.

"Who are you?" I spoke shakily as I backed up until my feet hit the wall behind me stopping me from moving any further.

"oh me? That's not important" the figure spoke, as he proceeded towards me.

"Why am I here, what's going on?"
"you don't remember?" he spoke, he took his final steps towards me and placed his hand on my head.

A sharp pain flooded through my head as I was transported into an unfamiliar bathroom. Confusion flooded my mind. Until I saw myself walking in to the bathroom, I looked a mess, I took out a piece of paper from my jacket pocket and placed it on the counter, I then took out a jar of pills.

"No!" I screamed as I tried to knock the pills out of my hand but my hand travelled straight through the jar of pills.

"Don't do this to yourself please, I know things are hard at the minute but it's going to be okay, just please don't do this" I spoke whilst standing in front of myself.

I watched in despair as I emptied a handful of pills into my hand and swallowed them. I instantly panicked.
"Stop it! You're going to die!" I screamed trying again to knock the jar of pills to the ground only to fail pathetically again.

At this point there was nothing else I could do only watch this upsetting scene unfold in front of me, I could see the pain written across my face, I admit I was broken. I swallowed another handful of pills that was when Messi opened the door.

Everything went black, when I awoke I was back in the bright room. The dark figure came into sight again.

"Neymar I saw how you reacted to that scene in front of you and I am prepared to offer you a deal" the figure spoke. "What deal?" I spoke wearily.
" You can either stay here and from this point you will be sent to heaven. Or I could send you back to earth on one condition, you will have to make Messi fall in love with you again" he said.
"What do you mean fall in love with me again?" I asked in confusion.
" I have wiped Messi 's memory clear of all memories of you, to Messi you don't exist, if you fail to make Messi fall back in love with you then you will come back here and remain here forever"

I took a few moments to process all this information in. "I'll do it, I'll go back to earth" I said.

Was I sure I could do this? No. But I made Messi fall in love with me once, I'm sure I could do it again, how hard could it be?

"As you wish." he dark figure walked towards me and placed his hand on my head again. The familiar sharp pain flooded through my head again.

Only this time I ended up in my house. Okay Lionel Messi, I will get you to fall in love with me again if it's the last thing I do.