ꜰᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ | ɴᴇʏᴍᴀʀ ᴊʀ

ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. ᴡᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ʙʏ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴏʀ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ? ʜᴏᴡᴇᴠᴇʀ, ɪᴛ ɪꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴘᴏꜱꜱɪʙʟᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴘᴀᴛʜꜱ ᴀʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ɴᴏᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄʀᴏꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ.

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"This feels like a dream." She whispered more to herself than to Neymar. "I drank so much, I'm not sure if this is actually happening." She raised her hand to his cheek, looking up into his eyes. "If you're real," she continues, "it won't be over when we wake up, will it?" Neymar just smiled at her, holding her close as they continued to look at one another in silence. The warmth of his embrace and the softness of his lips on hers made her feel alive, but she couldn't shake off the feeling that this was all just a dream. As they lay there, lost in each other's arms, she prayed that when she opened her eyes, he would still be there.

"Do you want it to be?" he asked. She shook her head in confusion. She realized that she didn't want it to be a dream, but the fear of losing him was too great. She took a deep breath and whispered, "I want this to be real."

"Do you?" She then asked him, hoping for a reassuring answer.

He looked into her eyes and replied, "No."