Chapter 4

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It was a strange feeling to fall asleep in my old bed and wake up. His bed had been so much more comfortable, but it had been custom-made, so of course, it was. All I had been able to afford was a simple twin bed.

I ran my fingers through my messy hair and stood up.

After my bathroom routine, I went to my tiny kitchen to make myself breakfast. I kept it simple: toast, jam, and coffee.

I turned on the TV to dispel the silence while I ate my toast.

"It's going to be a rainy day," said the weather reporter.

"Great," I grumbled.

I had planned to go grocery shopping today since my refrigerator was almost empty. That was no surprise, since I had hardly been home. But the thought of carrying my groceries home in the pouring rain horrified me.

I wondered what Selina was doing at that moment. She was probably snoring and with one leg out of her bed. I smiled as I imagined this.

Selina was my best friend from high school. We were both studying business administration at the same college. We were one year short of graduation, but after I met him, I honestly let my studies slide a bit. He became my priority and everything else became secondary. Selina had scolded me countless times for putting myself second, but I couldn't help it. When you love someone, they become your priority, especially if that person is Neymar, The Neymar.

Now that I was single, it was time to refocus on my studies and my life. That was easier said than done because even though I had been unhappy with him, I already missed him. That was the thing about Neymar, once he had captured your heart, I doubted you would ever forget him.

I sighed deeply and reached for my jacket. If I sat here and did nothing, I would probably go crazy, so I decided to go shopping in the pouring rain.

Let me tell you, that was not one of the best decisions of my life.

I got home completely soaked and water was dripping off my grocery bags. I was about to slip out of my soaked clothes when there was a knock on my door.

"Who is it?" I asked through the door.

"Neymar."

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Edited 14/02/2023


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