MY NAME IS NEYMAR JR- NEYMAR IMAGINE *REQUESTED* ✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️✔️
The truth stays hidden behind the lies that I say. People say you shouldn’t lie, but sometimes the truth hurts too much to tell. I keep the truth away so I don’t have to see the tears I’ve been avoiding, the tears that shouldn’t be shed.
My life can be summed up with 2 words.
And a lie
My name is Neymar Jr, and there is more to my life than a soccer ball and cleats.
I’ve hid the truth from everyone, because I can’t bear to see them broken.
I don’t want to hear ‘Everything is going to be okay’ because it’s not. Everyday I wake up scared, scared that it might be my last time seeing Y/N, my family. Everyday I grow weaker, skinnier, and lonelier. It’s just a matter of time now.
There’s nothing else we can do
We’re sorry Mr. Santos.
Everyone’s sorry for those who don’t have luck like they do. Do you think I wanted this? To hide away the truth because I can’t watch the ones I love break?
By the way I have a heart disease, that’s slowly eating me alive, but how are you?
No one wants to hear that, so I keep it a secret. To remind myself that life isn’t fair, it reminds me that I won’t be able to wake up with my wife beside me…my was soon to be wife Y/N, and say
“Good morning beautiful”
It reminds me that I won’t be able to have a child, a child I would have watched grow up… to see graduate and get married. I’m not going to be able to walk my daughter down the isle, or stand with my son waiting for the love of his life meet him down the isle and say;
“I’m so proud of you”
It reminds me that, my dream is slowly fading…like me.
And it reminds me that I’m slowly rotting away from my happy life, rotting away from the person that helped me fight a little more.
An angel sent from God himself, someone that motivates me to keep fighting. She’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
It breaks my- dying heart that I have to hide it from her, but what would break me even more is to see her cry…to see her heartbroken.
But I have to tell her; I can’t keep hiding the truth anymore. And I don’t want to hide it anymore.
I held onto the rim of the bed and pulled myself up. I stood up leaning onto the wall, waiting for the familiar dizziness to go away. It finally stopped and I slowly made my way to the bedroom door. The house was still silent, Y/N wasn’t home yet. I walked down the stairs, tightly holding onto the railing, daily things for me now are a difficult task. I shuffled to the bathroom and looked at myself, something I haven’t done in a while.
I was skinnier, I was weaker, and my skin was slightly drained from its original tan. I wasn’t who I was before.
I looked at my chest, where my heart was located.
“You have a heart disease,”
“Is there anything you can do?
“No, it’s too severe to do anything now”
I looked away from the mirror and walked to the kitchen, I grabbed a glass and poured some water into it.
I was tired, tired of the life I was living…waiting for the moment that ends everything I have. I’m scared to close my eyes because I might not wake up. I’m so scared; that every night I say I love you to everyone I love…just in case.
Whenever Y/N and I fight, I let her win. Because I don’t want things to end negatively.
I heard the front door creak open, she was home. My heart pounded just thinking about telling her. But I had to.
“Baby?” her voice echoed around the house.
I placed the glass down looking to the side.
“Here!” I said popping my head out from the kitchen, giving her a toothy smile.
“How was practice?” She asked placing her keys down.
“A lot of work” I lied, I haven’t gone to practice in 1 month. The doctor gave my coach a note saying I had,
Which wasn’t entirely a lie, this whole situation has given me depression.
“That’s always fun” she said sarcastically, taking off her jacket.
“Yeah” I said chuckling. The pit in my stomach grew bigger knowing I had to tell her now.
She walked up to me wrapping her arms around my neck.
“How was work?” I asked her looking into her eyes.
“A lot of work” she smiled, mocking me.
“Well I’m glad you’re home…I thought I would never see you again” I said with a frown.
“Why would you think that?” She asked raising an eyebrow
Because I’m dying, and I didn’t want to die without seeing you one last time
“Just missed you” I lied, laughing nervously.
“You’re weird” she said kissing my nose.
“And you’re awesome,” I said placing a soft kiss on her lips.
“I love you,” I said with all the strength in my body,
“Remember that ok?” I whispered, cupping her face and looking at her.
“I will, only if you remember that I love you too” she said kissing me again.
“You’re my everything,” I croaked in the kiss, wrapping my arms around her, hugging her tight.
I didn’t want to leave her; I didn’t want to fade away from her. I wanted to hold her in my arms forever…but I wont be able to. I pulled away and rested my chin on her neck
“I want you to know, that you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, ok baby?” I cried hugging her tighter in my shaking body.
“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me too baby, what’s wrong?” She asked rubbing my back.
“I-I wanted to have kids with you, grow old…I wanted to dedicated every goal I made for you…I love you so much”
“Baby, you’re my motivation to keep fighting…you’re the only thing that’s worth living for” I croaked, letting out all the tears I’ve been building up.
“I love you so much”
“Please don’t forget me,” I sobbed quietly.
“Neymar what’s wrong, you’re scaring me” Y/N said holding me tight. I heard a small sniffle, I made her cry.
“Baby, I’ll never forget you…what are you talking about?” She continued.
I pulled away and looking into her eyes. She lifted her finger to my cheek and wiped away my tears.
“What’s wrong” She said caressing my cheek. Her eyes glassy from the tears building up
“There’s something I need to tell you, something I’ve been hiding from everyone for a long time” I breathed out, trying to calm myself again. My palms got sweaty and my heart pounded… scared for her reaction, scared to see those tears.
“You can tell me anything” she said putting her hand on my shoulder. I sighed biting my lip. We walked to the living room and sat down on the couch.
“Why don’t we watch some T.V first, and when you’re ready to talk you can tell me ok?” She said smiling.
“I love you,” I said kissing her cheek.
“I love you too” She said shuffling closer to me and curled up in my arms. She placed her head on my chest and began clicking through the channels.
We watched family guy for a while, I needed the laughs… I loved seeing Y/N laugh, it lit up the room. But the pit in my stomach started to grow again. It was time to tell her.
“Y/N?” I said rubbing her arm, she looked up at me and smiled
“I’m ready to tell you now” I breathed out.
She got up from my lap and looked at me.
“Y/N-“ I choked on my words, a stinging pain shot through my body and hit my heart making the pain worsen. I let out a groan and held onto my heart
“Baby?!” I heard her voice echo beside me. I could hear my own heart pound fast, too fast. My breaths hitched and soon I wasn’t able to breathe properly. I began to choke falling onto the ground, clenching onto my chest. Everything started turning into a blur.
“Neymar!” she screamed, pulling me up and helped me to the door. She grabbed her keys and dragged me to the car.
“Everything’s going to be ok” She yelled at me, putting me into the car and ran to the drivers seat.
She drove to the hospital pulling me inside with her.
“He needs help!” she screamed as everyone watched her. 2 doctors came rushing towards us, carrying me into a room.
This moment is where my journey ends. The hospital lights and blurred people turn into one blob of colours. The only stable thing I could see was Y/N.
The pure fear in her eyes broke me; my whole life was standing only feet away from me. The person who helped me fight through as much as I could. My motivation to keep living…for her. If there were one thing I could wish for…it would be for her not to be broken…to forget, I want her to live her life happy with no tears…only ones of joy. I want her to start a family and to achieve all her dreams. We had our loving moments that I’ll cherish forever, but I don’t want this to stop her from living her life.
I want her to make the best of life…like I did.
No more tears my angel, everything will be fine
I looked at her one more time, and said the words I promised myself I would say to her, before I passed.
“I love you” I mouth with my trembling lips, I felt the tears slowly fall down my face as I saw her break even more.
“I love you too” That’s all I needed to know, that she loved me as much as I love her.
No more tears my angel, everything will be fine…
I heard the faint beeping turn louder, I fluttered my eyes open and saw the white walls…
I was alive.
I looked around for someone, anyone, but no one was around.
“Hello?” I croaked quietly.
“Neymar, you’re awake,” The doctor said from behind the curtain.
“How am I awake?” I asked scratching the back of my head.
The doctor opened his mouth but was interrupted by my family.
“Neymar oh my God!” Rafa said kissing my forehead.
“I was so scared I lost you” She said hugging me cautiously.
“Where’s Y/N?” I said looking at them all. They all sighed and looked down.
“Where’s Y/N” I said a little louder. They continued to look down, away from my gaze. The tears started to form again, my vision became blurry looking around for an answer.
“WHERE’S Y/N?!” I cried looking at them with my trembling lips.
“You needed a heart transplant” The doctor finally spoke, I snapped my head in his direction.
“What does that have to do with Y-“
“She…” the doctor cut me off, and sighed.
“She wanted you to have this” the doctor said handing me a letter and a small box. I looked up at the doctor with my glassy eyes. He sighed taking a step back.
I used my trembling hands to open up the letter. The first thing I read was
I knew something was wrong, I just prayed it wasn’t this serious. But, here I am…writing you this letter right? Haha. You were the love of my life, you will always be… I would always put your life in front of mine, because that’s how much you mean to me.
And that’s what I did; I’m giving you a chance to live the stress free life… Go out there and achieve your dreams, do what you always wanted to do. Go and find someone special, and hold her tight Neymar…choose the one. I will always watchover you, you were my many firsts and my always. I love you Neymar, don’t hold yourself back because of this… if you really love me you would do what I’m telling you now. Forget about me, live your life to the fullest and become the soccer champion you’ve always wanted to be. In my heart, you will always be my champion. I love you so much junior, be smart… Use our love necklace with someone you love ok? Promise that girl you’ll never leave her side; love her like you loved me. I’ll always be right beside you, even when you don’t think I am…
I love you,
Y/N Y/L/N. ~~~
I love you, those words replayed in my mind; the tears fell freely down my face. I lost the love of my life.
“Oh my god” I whispered, shaking my head. I closed my eyes and let the tears fall again.
“Y/N…” I cried holding onto the letter. I picked up the box and opened it,
It was her love necklace
“Use our love necklace with someone you love ok? Promise that girl you’ll never leave her side, love her like you loved me”
I’ll never love someone like I loved you. You brightened up my darkest days, as if your smile healed my dying heart. No one can make me feel the way I felt for you.
I lifted up the necklace that had the other half of the heart on it. I picked up mine from my neck and connected both the necklaces together…creating a heart.
“I’ll always be right beside you, even when you don’t think I am…”
I want you beside me now, so I can hold you tight in my arms…I need you
“I’m sorry” Rafa said quietly.
“Everyone’s sorry… for those who don’t have luck like they do” I said shaking my head. Everyone silently left the room and left me to my thoughts.
Do I deserve to life? I would much rather be with Y/N right now…
“Don’t hold yourself back because of this… if you really love me you would do what I’m telling you now. Forget about me, live your life to the fullest and become the soccer champion you’ve always wanted to be.”
“I will, I’ll do this all for you” I whispered quietly, kissing the note. I held onto her necklace tight in my hand.
“I’ll do this all for you…only for you,”
My name is Neymar Jr, and my life is more than a soccer ball and cleats. I’m living my new life, with one motivation… the person who helped me before, and is helping me now.
The person who saved my life, and the person who will always be in my heart.
I will do this for you. ————————- Sorry i haven’t updated :/. Here you go! Hope u liked it! 😭😭 I cried a bit. Lol ❤️
"Where are you going?" Neymar asked me, as I picked up my bag. I put some of my make up in the bag and looked back at him, "I’m having a day out with your mum and sister" "Can I come?" "It’s a girl’s day out, Ney" "Oh come on" He said, sitting on the edge of the bed and grabbing my waist, "Please?…
Someone you dedicate your life to. Someone that always comes first.
The person you wake up to in the morning and say ‘I love you’.
The person you miss even though they’ve been gone for 5 minutes. ‘I miss you’
The person you call up when you’re broken, because that’s now much you trust them. ‘I need you.’
They can be your soul mate, but are you there’s?
Do they think of you they way you think of them? Do they miss your touch when you’re simply down the stairs?
Do they really mean it when they say ‘I love you?’
Or is it just another meaningless sentence that they don’t put their heart into.
Like an open window, a glass window full of lies, covering the truth to what really happens when your back it turned, because you trust them…you turn your back, thinking nothing will happen.
Just by an open window… the truth is revealed…what has really been happening while your back was turned,
The truth comes out, with a kiss… a kiss not for you.
A kiss for the woman Oscar loves…
His soul mate.
Soul mate. 2 small words with a big meaning.
Which can leave you loved… or broken hearted. ~~~~~
You walked to the car that’s been in your family since you could remember. It’s once maroon shine is now a rusty brown, taking away its past beauty.
Your father silently walked beside you, his leather shoes lightly tapped on the cement ground following everyone else who was heading home. People rushed passed you, running to catch their flight.
You looked up squinting your eyes, the sun was blaring down, heating up the cement and the air around you.
The sky was a light blue with a few clouds floating above you. Seagulls and car engines were the sounds the cascaded all around California.
Bicycle bells and people on skateboards, the life you lived, that was until Oscar came 4 years ago.
But your back, unemployed, and heart broken.
The car unlocked flashing its old yellow lights, you got in the passenger seat and smelled that familiar scent.
Cocoanut, it was the only car freshener your parents used, and you were happy things didn’t change while you were gone.
You dad got in the drivers side closing the door, he let out a throaty cough.
He was getting old, but you were too busy with Oscar to realize those past 4 years.
“What brings you back home princess?” Your father said in his deep voice, clearing his throat.
Because you fucking caught your boyfriend, oh you know Oscar, yeah? He cheated on you because he’s a fucking-
“Just wanted to visit you guys” You lied laughing nervously.
“For how long?” Your father said raising an eyebrow.
“As long as I can?” you said unsure, giving your father a toothy smile.
“You can stay as long as you want, baby girl… don’t mine my asking, but where are your suitcases full of clothes? You don’t plan on going naked in town do you?” You father said stopping at the red light.
“I forgot” You said looking out the window.
“…You forgot to pack clothes? We should go to the doctors, those are signs of short-
“Dad stop, I’m fine! I’m only staying here for a while, so I’ll buy my clothes, plus… I think I have some old clothes at home” You said watching the Palm trees pass by, counting each one.
1..2…3…4… 4. 4 years of wasted time you could of used with someone that really loved you.
Stop thinking about him, you came here to forget.
Your father turned onto the familiar street you used to play soccer on, the street where you learned how to skateboard, and the street where you experienced you first kiss.
The kids on the street moved to the side, holding onto their soccer ball tight as your dad parked in the driveway.
You got out of the car and observed your house, filled with the thousands of childhood memories.
It’s bricks were of beige clay and the roof was made of black worn out shingles.
You walked in and smelt your moms cooking.
Pasta…your favorite, she only made it on special occasions.
“Y/N!” your mother screeched from the kitchen. Her head popped out from the corner and she ripped off her apron running to you.
“My baby!” she cried, embracing you in a tight hug…too tight. You could feel your bones being crushed by her small, thin arms.
“Hey mom” you breathed out. She pulled away wiping her tears away.
“Oh my goodness” she cried caressing you cheek.
“My baby’s home” She croaked, pulling you into another hug, kissing your cheek.
You pulled away looking at her. She looked confused and looked around you.
“Honey, we’re your bags?” She asked furrowing her eyebrows.
You sighed and walked up the old stairs. “Dad will explain!” you yelled down, walking into your old room.
You walked in and saw the old turquoise walls, covered in pictures, drawings and quotes.
Your dresser was still in the same spot you left it, with your snow glob collection neatly put on top.
Your Marilyn Monroe poster dangled from the wall, almost coming off.
You walked up to it, placing it back on the wall. You looked at it for a while, remembering why you put it on… you came back from a concert, and they were- for some reason selling her posters.
You turned and saw your collage of pictures, your smile turned into a heart broken frown.
The collage formed a heart shape; with the first thing Oscar ever gave to you in the middle. A fake flower.
Because a real flower dies eventually, and a fake flower doesn’t, and neither does our love
You remembered his words clearly, his words full of lies. Remembering the sight of them together made the tears form again, the tears you didn’t want to come out…It was selfish of you to be so angry, he was happy… but you loved him. Your lip started trembling, he broke you.
“You broke me” You spat, looking at a picture of him smiling.
“Fuck you!” You yelled ripping the pictures off the wall, taking some pieces of paint as you did. Your nails scraped the wall, ripping every memory of him with it.
“I hate you!” You cried, throwing the scraps on the ground.
You picked up the Fake flower on the floor with your shaky hands, your blurred vision made the flower look like wet paint.
“This flower is as fake as our love” You croaked out, throwing into the garbage.
You let out a loud scream, all that pain, the suffering. You loved someone who didn’t love you back. It was lies upon lies, like jenga blocks.
Your mother came in and stared in shock.
“Baby, what’s wrong?!” she asked hugging you tight. You fell from being too weak, you cried on her shoulder…letting out the tears you needed to let out.
“He-Cheated on m-me” you cried out, hugging her. She rubbed your shaking back, humming to relax you.
“I knew there was more to why you came baby” she said patting your head lightly.
“It’s ok…it shows he isn’t for you baby” She cooed in your ear.
“There are so many guys out there…he doesn’t deserve your tears.” She continued.
“Mom I loved him- so much” You cried, holding her tighter.
She didn’t reply, she hummed
‘be alright’ by Justin Bieber.
Letting you slowly drift to sleep, with tears in your eyes. ~~~ 3 years later.
You walked on the streets of cali coming back from work. The sun burned your skin, but it was something normal now, you stopped at a local coffee shop to get an iced coffee.
“Small iced coffee please” you said quietly. The women nodded, you paid for your coffee and waited to the side.
Your friend sent you a message, which you quickly replied too.
“Your coffee ma’am” the lady said, holding your coffee out for you.
“Thank you” You mumbled, smiling at her.
You walked down the busy streets trying to not spill your drink.
You looked down for a moment instantly regretting it.
Someone nudged you to the side, spilling your iced coffee
“FUCK” you cursed dropping the cup.
“Oh my God I’m so sorry!” a feminine voice squealed behind you. You turned around
“Watch where-“ You stopped and stared at her.
That girl, that woman…Oscar kissed.
The woman Oscar said ‘I love you’ too.
“Going” you breathed out looking at her.
“I’m so sorry! Here take some money” she said rummaging through her purse.
You shook your head backing up. This can’t be happening. You left for a reason. To forget Oscar.
You ran away pushing people out of the way, hearing her calls for you.
You let the tears stream down your face. All the memories came back.
The memory of him kissing her In front of you. Of him breaking your heart. You ran, no knowing to where, but away from all this…
Because if she is here…
Then so is he.
You wouldn’t be running if you never found out… a part of you didn’t want to find out, but if you didn’t, where would you be? What would happen if you didn’t find out until later…?
The reason you’re in this position, the fear of seeing his face again, the fear of running into him…
Was that open window. ——————- How was that?❤️💕 message and tell me if y’all want part 3 ?¿ ❤️idk neymar might be in the next one idk…. Still thinking about it.