epilogue.
It was Brazil's fifth game and they were up against Colombia.
April sat in the stadium with her sisters, not really paying attention to the game. The only thing she could focus on was the twenty-two year old with a yellow Brazilian jersey. On it was the number ten.
The game was the most intense for the Brazilians. Everywhere there was pushing, players getting yellow cards and the Colombians complaining because the referees were being unfair. Everything seemed to be going well for Brazil and as the game neared its end, they were leading with a two nil victory over the Colombians.
But it was at the eighty eighth minute that she felt her heart drop and her stomach churn.
It was Neymar.
He had gotten injured when Zuniga tried to beat him to the ball, digging ihs knee into the young Brazilian's back.
Neymar dropped to the ground screaming in pain and June scoffed. April had told her sisters everything and they weren't too fond of Neymar because ot it. "He's faking." April's older sister assured them.
She didn't know if it was true or not, but she had heard Neymar was good at exaggerating injuried.
What she did know was that this one looked serious. And people began to worry when minutes passed and he remained on the ground.
April knew it was real when they showed his face on the stadium screen and she saw he looked in so much pain. In an instant, she jumped out of her seat. She didn't know what she was going to do, but she knew she wanted to do something.
His pain was her pain because even after two weeks of not speaking to each other, she still loved him.
She pushed her way through the audience of people standing up in their seats, their eyes glued to the down Brazilian on the field. He wriggled around in pain, clutching his back with one hand as a team of doctors rushed over to him. When they determined he was in serious condition and coudln't continue, they carefully laid him out on a stretched and wheeled him towards the tunnel, where a waiting ambulance was parked at the end of if.
April went as quick as her feet could carry her, hoping not to miss Neymar as they carted him off the field.
Finally making it down into the tunnel where people bustled past her, not even noticing she wasn't supposed to be there, she waited for him. He was surrounded by the doctors and paramedics and his screams filled the space of the tunner, his pain magnified in its echoes.
They rushed past her quickly and she craned her neck, if only to get a glimpse of the Brazilian astro. But he wasn't just that. To April, he was the one she loved.
His bright eyes stared up at the ceiling and closed occasionally, but he knew it was a divine hand that led him to spot her in the distance as they led him to the ambulance. "April..." The word left his mouth in a pained mess.
But she heard him and attempted to get closer.
Her slender frame easily wedged itself between the large men headed for the ambulance and he sucked in a breath when he saw her. She was so beautiful to him, so perfect. Like an angel.
"Neymar..." She uttered his name sweetly.
Her hand just grazed his for one second before she was pushed back by the medics, telling her she wasn't allowed in the tunnel.
And though they only exchanged one word with each other, he was certain she still loved him. It was with actiona that she showed him she would be by his side and that she was giving him a chance.
The End.
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dun dun dun.
this was the very last update for this story.
i really enjoyed writing this ^.^ and i hope you all enjoyed reading it because i worked hard on it and stuff.
so now the spin off.
catfished starring oscar emboaba.
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-clary xx
