I blinked a few times as I couldn’t find the right words to reply. I didn’t want him to think that I was overwhelmed or something, because to be honest I wasn’t at all. I had anticipated this moment for quite some time now. “Fleur?” he said, softly. It felt strange to hear him say my name, because he rarely called me like that. “Yes” I said. “Say something” he said as he scanned my face. “I’m okay with it” I said. “Do you mean it or are you just saying that?” he asked. “No, I mean it. I’m glad you said it first” I said and looked him in the eyes to show him that I was fine with this decision. He sighed in relief and then smiled. “Us, it was…”he started, but I put my hand on his hand to gesture him to stop. “It’s okay. I don’t need any explanation, because I understand. I want this too” I said. “Thank you Fleur” he said. He squeezed my hand for a brief second and then he let it go. “I will move back to my place in the morning” I said. “You don’t have to rush things. You can take your time. I will crash at a friend’s place” he said. “No, please. This is your house and I have my studio” I said. “Alright” he shrugged. He got up from the dining table and pressed a quick kiss on my cheek, which took me by surprise. “Thanks for understanding” he smiled and went back to the couch. I cleared the dining table and threw his salad in the garbage. I put the dishes in the dishwasher and decided to pack so I could move out in the morning. I packed the things I had bought or brought with me when I moved in and not the things he had gotten me. One trolley fitted all of my belongings. It was funny, because it made me realize the contrast between him and me once again. I pulled the trolley out of the bedroom and I bumped into him. “Sorry” I said. “It’s alright. Are you done packing already?” he asked. I nodded. “Well, I’m going to sleep” he said. “Good night Neymar” I said. “Good night Fleur” he said as he passed me.
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