It was still a whole, luckily.
However, the the screen now had a few nasty cracks displayed. I saw a photo had been sent to Ney from his contacts. It wasn't that easy to make out the image below the cracks, but I definitely didn't know who the brunette was in the picture. She was holding a blonde toddler boy with curls.
...HOLD ON- if my instincts serve me correct, was the lady wearing an FC Barcelona jersey?
My tummy belched in confirmation, I forgot how to blink for a moment.
The message attatched with the picture reads; 'Estamos sentindo falta de você, Ney! ❤'
I understood would that meant. As my eyes scanned over each word, the sentenced 'We are missing you, Ney' punched into my brain.
I gulped and my eyes started to surface with tears I couldn't hold seem to hold back. I immediately thought the people on his phone were loved ones to Neymar. I looked up at him, nearly forgetting he was there, he was frozen in position this whole time, not speaking a word. His face expressed nothing but shock. No words escaped from his gaped mouth.
"What were you doing?!" I exclaimed, a little bit too loudly.
"What do you think! I was on my, now-smashed, phone! Am I not allowed to be?!" He fought back.
"Of course you're allowed! But in the bathroom?! I was busting!" I furrowed my eyebrows at him.
"I had locked the door at least! But the lock didn't seem to last very long because you BROKE it, along with my PHONE!" he scanned his eyes upon me in disgust.
"Neymar, I did nothing! I didn't mean to! YOU'RE the one who dropped your own phone, geez!" I bickered.
"You scared me! You nearly pushed the door down!" He grunted back and swore in Portuguese while picking up his phone.
My eyes shifted to his phone again whilst he brought it up. I was panting out of breath,
"And who is th-that!" I yelled in a shaky voice, pointing to his phone, on the verge of tears.
Please, don't cry.
I was scared of hearing the answer just in case I was unhappy with it...
But I also desperately needed to know.
"My sweet namorada and bebê menino! But God knows when I'll ever get to hear their voices again, now that.."
I cut him off straight away. My tears stung my eyes.
"Y-You... are drunk! You are NEVER so melodramatic! Besides - IT'S NOT LIKE YOU ONLY HAVE ONE PHONE. GEEZ, YOU HAVE OVER THREE. MAYBE EVEN FIVE, FOR ALL I KNOW!" I stopped to catch my breath. "And you have your own family and relationship now!?" I added, now shaking. My voice became weak.
Without thinking, I snatched the phone from his hand and threw it against the wall.
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From Beginning To End ⇢ Neymar Jr
Fanfiction(Y/N) is twenty-two years old, she has been close childhood friends with Brazilian football stars Neymar Jr and Oscar Emboaba since the age of 3. The trio were inseparable, until (Y/N) had moved from São Paulo to Barcelona. Thirteen years later, (Y...
