escapism - neymar jr
based off of the masterpiece escapism by raye highly suggest listening to it if you haven’t :)) hope u enjoy
“what’s gotten into you?” neymar asked, worried.
i found myself in a shit position.
i was absolutely drunk and miserable.
“the man that i love sat me down last night and told me that it was over.” i told him.
i have had a crush on ney for the longest time ever. i knew i could never have him, though, so i never tried.
i dated people that looked like him, or acted like him.
my latest boyfriend, lucas, was both. he looked like neymar and he acted like neymar.
i have to physically stop myself from calling him neymar sometimes.
i never loved lucas, i saw neymar in him, i loved neymar.
“dumb decision.” neymar muttered, pulling me in for a hug, “was this the reason you decided to suddenly travel?”
“mhm.” i nodded.
“i didn’t wanna feel my heart ripping, i didn’t even wanna feel at all, so i stuck to sipping.” i explained my overdrinking, “so i had a mission, i went out of town to get over him.”
him being neymar, but he doesn’t know that.
“is that how you got into your little situation?” he asked, disappointment evident in his voice.
“i’m just a heart broke bitch in six inch heels.” i shrugged, tearing up again, “sitting in the back of the night club all alone sippin champagne cause i don’t trust any of the bitches i was with.”
my friend took me to the place in a brand new bentley, i went back to the hotel in a taxi sniffing cocaine.
i deadass thought i was over ney until i was back to the bar, to the bentley, to the hotel, to my old ways.
“what’s the real reason you did this?” he asked, “i know you. i know you would never act like this over a man.”
“ney...” i trailed off, “i like you. a lot. i only dated lucas cause he looked and acted like you. i’m sad because i can’t have you, not because i broke up with him.” i explained, taking a huge sip of the bottle of vodka that was next to me.
“you’ve had too much to drink.” he took the bottle from me.
“drunk words are sober thoughts.” i drunkenly slurred.
it was neymar’s turn to take a huge sip of the vodka.
he sat there slowly drinking the vodka, refusing to give it to me.
once he got close to finishing it all, he turned to me and said, “i really like you too.”
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