Neymar Junior

You didn't communicate much. Today it was raining, and we were visiting together. After some time, you had an argument.

"You're so fucking annoying, get out into the street!" he shouted.

You went outside and sat by the window, having nowhere else to go. Cold drops of rain streamed down your face, mixing with your tears. The light came on in the window, and you noticed him leaning against the wall, as if hesitating. A few minutes later, the door creaked, and he came out, cursing under his breath, holding a blanket.

“Silly... you’ll get sick,” he said, covering you and sitting down next to you.

The silence was heavy, but it was in it that the first hint of something more than enmity appeared.