I opened my eyes and looked straight into his green eyes. I felt tears well up in my eyes again, because I loved his eyes so much and now my heart felt like it was going to break all over again when I looked at them. “Olive, I’m sorry” he said. His eyes looked really sad. He leaned forward, touching his forehead against mine and closed his eyes. I didn’t move and stood there like a statue. He wrapped his arms around my waist and held me close to his body. My head was on his shoulder and I was scared to even move. He released me from the hug. “Do you love Neymar?” he asked. “W-what?” I asked, because I didn’t hear what he had said. “Do you have feelings for Neymar?” he asked. “None of your business” I said. Marc sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. I tried to move away, but he put his hand against the wall again. “I want to go home” I said. Marc grabbed my chin and suddenly kissed me fully on the lips. My heart felt like it stopped beating for a couple of seconds. I wanted to push him off, but my limbs didn’t seem to function. His lips and his kiss felt so normal and loving, yet so strange and unfamiliar. I wasn’t able to describe what I felt. I still loved him, because it was just too early to move on and that’s why I was experiencing these mixed feelings. He parted his lips from mine and panted, making me realize that this had been a long kiss. My limbs finally seemed to work so I pushed him off me hard and headed straight for the door. I was out of the door within a second and ran as fast I could out of Camp Nou without looking back as hot tears flowed down my cheeks. I stopped and panted like a dog, trying to catch my breath. I don’t know how long I had run or where the hell I was. I sat down on the edge of the sidewalk and broke down in tears. After crying my eyes out, I took out a pack of tissues from my handbag and pulled one out. I dried my tears and blew my nose.
▶Next tomorrow evening, night ♥◀
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