More than Friends (Neymar Jr. Fanfic)

Epilogue: Tchau, Rosa

Epilogue-1 month later

"I don't know, guys," I whirled around to for the millionth time, my cheeks flustered . I couldn't do this, I can't leave just like that. I clutched my passport so close to my chest I could feel my pulse rapidly beating.

"This is the least we could do," Adrianno told me, a seldom look in his eyes. "You've been looking after us for 5 years, its time we started looking out for you."

I raised an eyebrow. "Unless you have a 500 mile telescope I don't see exactly how sending me away to Spain is 'looking out for me.'"

I peered over Adrianno's shoulder where Marianna had her feet propped up on my bag, scrolling through her cell phone.

"As a matter of fact it seems as though you're sending me away." I said crossing my hands over my chest.

"We're not sending you away, Rosa. We care about you. You may not view it this way, but maybe your memory loss is just Deus telling you that you need to start fresh. You got accepted to go to one of the most amazing Art and Design schools in Spain." My chest clenched and my breathing quickened for a second as memories flooded from a year ago.

Hearing about Mom and Dad's death put me in shock; what hurt more it that I expected them to be there. It turns out that they haven't been here for 5 whole years. I imagine them screaming out in pain, endless tears streaking their face and it makes me want to throw up. Pictures flash through my head, images I don't want to see. That's when the tears start, and it happens every night, haunting my dreams and my thoughts. It's almost like I can't escape the unimaginable torture. I sob and scream constantly and all I can hear are their voices, tearing through my flesh. I woke up to an empty kitchen every morning, the absence of the smell of my parents cooking

"Rosa!" I didn't feel Adrianno's hands tightly grasping my shoulders, nor the worried look on his face. "You have to stop blanking out like that, alright? It scares the shit out of me."
"I-I'm sorry," I stutter, focusing my attention on my shoes. "I just-I don't feel right, leaving you guys. What happens if Marianna needs help with homework, or you have practice and she's home alone and needs someone to talk to-"

"Hey, I'm not that much of a loser, Rosa. I have friends," Mari piped up. She crossed her right leg over her left and buried herself deeper into the seat. "If anything, the only person who needs friends around here is you." I gave her a death stare and she smiled at me.

"Anyway," I rolled my eyes and turned back to Adrianno. "How am I supposed to make friends if I can't even speak Spanish?"

"Catalan-"

"Whatever. It was hard enough I had to learn Portuguese, I don't have the brain capacity to fit in another language."

"It's Catalan, not plain Spanish. Spanish ten times easier than you think and is similar to Portuguese. Plus, you have a roommate to help you out and your bidder is offering to pay for one of the most luxurious condos in the city. You deserve this."

Right, my bidder.

The mysterious bidder who is suddenly interested in my artwork and had my siblings send an application along with a portfolio to El Universitat de Barcelona. The mysterious bidder who is suddenly a millionaire and payed for my freshman and sophomore tuitions. The bidder who is the reason why my hands suddenly got clammy, and I nervously shift from side to side hoping this flight gets miraculously cancelled or the pilots get severe diarrhea so I don't have to go through with this.

I don't know about you, but this whole thing seemed fishy. For one thing, my paintings weren't as amazing as I got the money for, and they certainly weren't worth off-campus living in a condo.

But, in order to avoid anymore conflict, I shut my mouth and rubbed my temples. I closed my eyes tightly hoping that the migraine would go away. The weirdest thing about the doctor saying that i had a sketchy memory was knowing that there was a chance that I was forgetting something really important. Like a birthday, or an event, or even people. Mari and Adrianno tried to assure me that the only things I forgot about were some minor things and mom and dad's accident. 

But it still bugged me. How was I supposed to remember something I had forgotten?

Ugh, nevermind. 

Maybe I was scared because I had never left the country or because this was the first time I was going to be without my siblings. This was Marianna's final year in high school. Adrianno was going to play for Santos FC which means he'd be helping out to pay for Mari's college funds next year. But I can only imagine what the house would look like when I came back for Christmas....

"Rosa!" Marianna yelled. I pulled my head back into reality and blinked to ward off the sleep in my eyes. 

"What?"

"They're calling your flight." I perked my head up and feverishly looked around the wating area. The woman softly tapped on the mic and called out the flight number once again. A slew of people sat up from their seats and made their way over to the desks. I got up, grabbed my carry-on and pulled my brother and sister in for one last hug. 

I breathed in Marianna's cinnamon scented hair, and with way we were holding each other, it would take three body builders to split us apart. We were inseperable; but now they wanted me to live out my years doing what I love most. 

I couldn't have asked for a better family. 

"Eu amo todos vocês mais do que a vida." I told them both. We held on to each other for a few more moments before people started boarding the gate. 

"Call me every single day, do you hear me Mari?" I told her. Her beautiful blue eyes began to water as she smiled and nodded. 

"And you, I swear if my Cheerios stash isn't in the same exact order as I left it, you're going to get it, understand?" Adrianno shook his head and smiled, hiding his expression with contempt. 

I bit my tongue to keep from breaking into sobs. I knew this wasn't going to be the last time I saw them but life was going to be hell without them. I knew if I stood near them any longer I would have followed them back home, so I turned away and handed the woman at the desk my passport and boarding pass. 

"Enjoy your flight!" She smiled. 

I sure as hell hope so.

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A/N: I know it's not the best ending to Part 1 of More than Friends but I didn't want Rosa to stay in Brasil (for obvious reasons)

Anyway, hopefully I can upload the first chapter of Part 2 (whose title has yet to be discovered) sometime by the end of this month. 

I honestly hope you enjoyed Part 1

I enjoyed hearing feedback from all of you because it made my day (sorry for any tears that I caused it wasn't intentional). I'm actually really happy that I made it to 5K, I didn't think it was possible but thank you for your endless love for the book and support!

Stay tuned,

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