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“I’m stressed Rafa, what do you want from me? I have a life too you know!” I argued with him for the fifth time that week.

“ALL YOU CARE ABOUT IS THAT STUPID HOSPITAL AND YOUR PATIENTS.” He yelled. “ITS MY OBLIGATION. I TOOK AN OATH. I KILLED MYSELF FOR YEARS AND I MADE IT. You have to understand this is my job Rafael.” I glared at him, my face extremely warm and my voice hoarse from all the screaming.

He stood there quietly, clearly not knowing what to say next. I sighed sitting down on the bed. Our bed. In our house. “What are we doing?”

“I don’t know why you always have to make a big deal out of this Rafa. You work, you travel, you’re always at practice. I know you work, why can’t you understand that?” I pleaded for him to hear me, to make it clear that I wasn’t avoiding him.

“I just miss you. You’re always on call. We never talk anymore.” His voice came as a whisper now. He looked tired, he seemed weak.

“I know but we can make this work Rafa just-” He cut me off before I could continue. “No we can’t. You’re married to your work just as I am. We can’t go on like this. It’s time we ended things.” I couldn’t believe him, but I wasn’t so surprised.

“It’s just like you, isn’t it Rafael Alacántara, always looking for the easy way out. But I understand, you always loved soccer more than me. You’d drop the world for the sport. I get it. Trust me this time I do.” I raised my voice, finding the courage I needed. He looked up at me, shock evident on his face. “Don’t even start. You know that isn’t true.” I didn’t let him finish, before turning around and walking out. “Yeah I’ve heard it all before.” I slammed the door shut behind me as I left that room, that house, and that relationship.

-

It’s been 7 months since our final argument. I moved out the same week. My job, a surgeon at the local hospital in Barcelona, didn’t allow me to spend much time home so I got a nice apartment close to my job. I was constantly busy and without a relationship I could focus more on my career. Of course that didn’t stop me from missing him. He was constantly on my mind.

“Y/N we got a patient coming in, he’s in excruciating pain, we might need to perform on him right away.” One of the other surgeons said to me. I nodded, “Book an O.R ahead of time.” They ran off. The doors burst open as a swarm of first responders and emts came rushing in. A nurse, a close friend of mine looked at me and handed me the patient’s chart. “Prepare yourself.” I looked at her strangely before briefly scanning his sheet. My heart stopped. His name stood out as if it was written in size 36 bold font: Rafael Alacántara.

I quickly read over his vitals and events leading to injury. He was playing and seemed to pull a few ligaments in his right knee. Despite our past I had to remain professional. I approached him, not looking at him once as I continued to read off more information about him, as if I didn’t know it all already.

“Good afternoon Mr. Alcántara. I’m doctor y/l/n and I’ll be assisting you today. Could you rate your pain on a scale of one to ten?” I didn’t look at his face as I took notes on his vitals. “Ten.” He said through gritted teeth. I nodded and turned to the nurse. “I need x-rays before I can perform any surgery. Get those done immediately and then call me.” I gave her his chart and turned to him. For the first time in seven months I was face to face with him again and I didn’t expect this to be how we would meet again. “Alright Mr. Alcántara, we’ll be taking some tests so we can know more on your injury. It seems like you will need surgery on your right knee but I can’t declare anything just yet. If you need anything don’t hesitate to let me or any of the nurses know.” I finished quickly and was about to make a safe exit before he spoke up. “Y/n.” I hesitated before turning back to him. “Yes?” He looked up at me, bloodshot eyes, “How long am I going to be out for?”

Seriously? He could’ve been seriously injured and, STILL, all he can think of is soccer? Amazing. Things never change. “I’m not sure right now Mr. Alcántara. I’ll have an answer for you soon.” I assured him. He chuckled, not genuine but cold. “You used to call me Rafa.” “Well some things do change. Excuse me.”

I walked out quickly turning the corner of the hall, panting. Don’t cry, not here, not in front of these people. I looked about and all my fellow coworkers gave me apologetic looks. “Well? Where are my results? C'mon people. This isn’t a novela.” They all ran about, continuing their everyday commotion. “With your life? Damn right it’s a novela.” Another one of the surgeons, a very nice and attractive young man said, winking at me. I laughed before heading off to do my routines.

When I didn’t have any surgeries booked I liked to help the nurses with their rounds, I had nothing better to do anyways. As I was finishing with a patient, the nurse returned with the x-ray results. She clutched her side, out of breath, “Here.” She handed them to me, I pursed my lips before heading to his room.

I pushed the door open and saw Neymar and Dani rise to their feet. “Y/n?” Ney asked. “Hello Neymar, how are you?” I asked politely, making small talk. “What are you doing here?” He asked disregarding my question. I raised my eyebrows, gesturing to my outfit. “I kinda work here.” “Oh yeah sorry.” He said turning bright red and sitting back down. I laughed and shifted my attention to Rafa.

“I have the results from the x-rays and it seems like you will need surgery. We can perform it today or tomorrow morning. It’s your decision.” I hesitated before continuing. “It could be a six to eight month recovery.” Dani cursed under his breath and Neymar reached for Rafa’s shoulder. “I’ll give you time to think this over.”

My friends were outside the room. “So?” They asked eagerly. “So what?” I looked at them confused. “Do you still get butterflies when you talk to him?” I rolled my eyes. “Oh please the only butterflies she gets is when she’s around me.” The surgeon from earlier, Zach, said. I laughed. “Oh please, in your dreams. Get his vitals for me okay Jas?” I said to the nurse who was my closest friend, Jasmine. She nodded, before running off. “Oh and Jas?” She turned to me quickly, “Yeah?” “Don’t try getting at Neymar please.” She blushed profusely and went to the room.

I laughed to myself and went to get a team together for his surgery. I told them I wasn’t sure of when he would want it and they all wanted an answer soon. I was going to speak to him when I was interrupted by Jasmine. “Yes?” I asked her impatiently. “I heard them talking about you.” She giggled like a school girl. I laughed and grabbed his chart, “Oh really? What did they say?” I asked playing along. She stayed quiet and I looked up, raising my eyebrow. “He-He said he still loves you.” She stuttered. “He said it’s not easy and he-” I cleared my throat. “That’s enough, thank you Jas.” She nodded and I proceeded to his room, a bit hesitant.

“Do you have an answer yet?” I asked him as I walked in. “I don’t want to pressure you but we need an answer.” He looked at me, “We?” Before I could evaluate, Zach interrupted me, “Yeah us. The team that will be working on you. I’m one of the other surgeons, Zach. You must be the infamous Rafael. It’s a pleasure. So is tonight the night? Or will you wait until tomorrow?” I didn’t hear him come in but he usually helps me break the news to patients or evaluate their injuries.

Rafa didn’t move his eyes away from him once, and gave the answer to him only. “I’d prefer to have it tomorrow.” Zach replied, “Good choice. The surgery is not urgent but we should do it soon. We’ll have it scheduled for tomorrow morning.” He then turned to me giving me his ever so charming smile, “I’ll let them know.” He walked out and I went to follow before I was once again called by Rafa. “So you guys seem to be close.” I was angry that he would imply anything about me and Zach, but I couldn’t raise my voice, Dani and Ney were still here. They sat quiet, avoiding my stare. “I work with him. He’s my second in command. But my life no longer concerns you.”

I was highly annoyed and left to do my final rounds. Neymar and Dani walked out after visiting hours were over. Dani gave me a hug and a quick goodbye. Neymar, on the other hand, stayed behind. “You know he misses you. There’s nothing he regrets more.” He said quickly. I looked away, “Neymar I don’t need this right now. I’m tired.”

“Just hear me out,” he continued “he loves you. All Rafa does is talk about you. Give him a chance.” I looked at him, “Then why won’t he tell me himself?” He shook his head and kissed my forehead, saying goodbye. When he was gone Zach approached me. “Is there any other guy I should know of?” I scoffed and pushed passed him. He grabbed my arm and spun me to face him, “Hey I was just kidding. What’s wrong princesa?” I shook my head as if to say nothing and pulled away.

These past 7 months Zach and I got very close. He was a good friend and he was there for me through the breakup (not to mention he was hot). But it was clear Rafa still owned my heart. I tried moving on, especially after all the rumors of him partying with his friends whenever he wasn’t training. He moved on, so why couldn’t I?

I fell asleep that night, alone, in my lonely apartment, with thoughts only of my rafinha.

My alarm blared and I looked over to see 5:00am shining bright red. I sighed, showered and got dressed. I drove to the hospital, despite how close it was I could get out late and it wasn’t safe to be walking around at such a late hour. With my coffee in hand I listened to my second in command tell me today’s plans. Zach droned on until he noticed I wasn’t paying attention. “You should’ve told me you didn’t care.” I turned my attention to him. “No, I do care. I’m just tired, that’s all.”

He didn’t say anything else and I knew he was upset. I didn’t have the time to go into detail so I told the nurses to prep Rafa for surgery and we alerted the surgical team we were ready. I scrubbed in and walked into the horribly white room. “Morning Mr. Alcántara.” I said to him. Zach stood across from me on the other side of Rafa, glaring at me the whole time. “Morning y/n.” He looked between the two of us and grinned. “You and your boyfriend had a fight?” I cleared my throat and ignored his comment. I signaled the anesthesiologist that he could begin. Rafa quickly reached for my hand and squeezed it, he was nervous. He gave me a shy smile but didn’t let go.

“You have nothing to worry about. You’re in good hands.” He nodded before drifting into unconsciousness. I nodded at my team. “Let’s begin.”

-

“We made sure he didn’t have a concussion or any brain damage from his fall. He does have bruising. The surgery was a success. As long as he takes care of himself he should be recovered in at least six months.” I assured the team that had all come to visit him. There shouldn’t have been this many people but they all insisted in being here. His mother and father burst through the room, followed by his brother.

“Y/n!” Both parents greeted me with hugs and kisses. I was very fond of them both and returned the gestures. “It’s nice to see you, we’ve missed you so much!” His mother began. “Ay that Rafa, I told him he made a mistake of letting such a fine girl go!” His father said. Thiago rolled his eyes, “Papa ya, leave the poor girl alone.” I laughed and gave them a smile. “It’s no problem at all. Now if you’ll excuse me I have to go. I’ll be back to check on him soon.” The chatter continued as I left the room and I bumped into Zach in the hall.

“Zach about earlier-” I started. He raised his hand. “No need to apologize. I knew you weren’t over your ex, it’s my fault for falling for you.” He gave me a small smile as if he didn’t just reveal his feelings for me. “See you around.”

I stood there shocked and Jasmine came behind me. “Wow two super hot guys like my best friend! One a famous soccer player and another a famous surgeon! How exciting. Hey this is like a novela!” She said before walking off.

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Is it too soon to be thinking of a relationship? Should I wait longer? I asked myself these two questions constantly until I realized, he only said he likes me, that doesn’t mean he wants a relationship y/n.

I mentally slapped myself for overthinking the situation. Besides, I had to focus on my job, I didn’t have the time to be caught up in drama. I didn’t feel like seeing Zach or Rafa at the moment so I went out for a bit of fresh air.

Neymar sat on a bench just outside of the hospital, he seemed in deep thought. I didn’t feel like talking at the moment either, so I didn’t say anything. He broke the silence after a few minutes, “So are you going to give him a chance?”

“Who?” I asked. Was he bringing up Rafa again? “Your doctor friend. Are you really going to throw away years of friendship and a whole year as a couple for some guy? Maybe Rafa can’t talk medical with you and maybe he gets lost when you’re talking about your day; but Zach will never love you like Rafa will.” I looked at him in utter disbelief, I was slightly angered as well.

“Excuse me? First of all, who told you I was getting with Zach? I do not want a relationship right now, not with anyone. Rafa ruined us Neymar. I don’t know what version he told you but he wanted to end things, not me. I wanted us to work it out but he didn’t want to. These things you tell me, about Rafa loving me, he’s never said himself. If he really loved me he would fight for us, and not get his friends to do it for him. I know you’re a friend Neymar but this relationship doesn’t involve you. Hell, it’s not even a relationship. It’s nothing.” Okay maybe a little bit more than slightly angered.

“I do have a say in this. You’re both my friends. I love and care for you both. I’m trying to get you to realize you both made a mistake. You’re made for each other y/n, why can’t you see that?” He looked at me hopefully. I shook my head. “Neymar, Rafa and I are done. I don’t have time for this.” I turned around, ready to enter the building again.

“Make time for him y/n. See that he’s hurting.” I tensed at his words and looked back at him. “He’s hurting? He’s in pain? He cried himself to sleep every night for months? No Neymar, I am the one who’s hurting. I’m the one who didn’t have anyone while he was constantly out with his friends, getting laid every other night. I worked my ass off just to get by. Don’t tell me he’s the one suffering here when it’s completely obvious that he no longer needs me. He’s fine, I’m not. Let me be.”

He looked at me confused, “Rafa hasn’t been with any other girl since you y/n. It’s true, we as friends tried to get him to move on, but he was in horrible condition. He no longer joked at practice, he wasn’t excited when he was in the starting lineup, he wouldn’t even sing along with us in karaoke. He was hurting too y/n. I know you were but you have to understand that this relationship was everything to him even though he didn’t show it. He was broken.”

I laughed coldly and walked inside, but not before adding, “You have a way with words Neymar but I know Rafa would never say that. I want him to tell me himself that he was hurt, that he loves me. Until then, I cannot take your word for it.”

-

It was a long boring morning, I didn’t do much but walk around the halls like a zombie and fake a smile here and there. My thoughts were consuming my mind and I didn’t snap out of it until the chief approached me.

“Y/n.” I looked up, “Yes sir?” “I would appreciate it if you would stop roaming the halls like the living dead and update me on how our surgical patient is doing, that is if you’ve checked on him.” He raised his eyebrow at me. I blushed and looked down, I forgot Rafa was my responsibility. “I’m completely sorry sir. He’s been checked on but not by me. I’ll do a quick pass by and notify you if there’s any changes.” He nodded, “Good, get it done y/l/n.”

I quickly walked to Rafa’s room, mentally preparing myself. His parents were not in the room and it was only him and Neymar now. Neymar saw me, said goodbye to Rafa, pushed passed me, and ignored my existence completely. I sighed and walked to his bed, grabbing his chart.

“You seemed to upset my irmão y/n. What happened?” Rafa said to me. His voice. God how I’ve longed to hear him say my name again. I’ve missed his touch, his laugh, his smile, his lips. I shrugged, snapping myself back into reality. “Don’t know.” I muttered to myself, taking notes on his vitals. I took his temperature, 102? A fever is not a good sign after surgery.

“How are you and your boyfriend?” Rafa asked coldly. I quickly disregarded his question and looked at him, “Rafael, how are you feeling?”

“Why are you avoiding my question?” I looked at him sternly, he sighed. “I have a headache and I’m thirsty, why?” I called for Jasmine and she came rushing in. “What’s wrong?”

“He has a temp, and headache. Notify the chief.” She nodded, running out. “What’s wrong with me y/n?” Panic evident in his voice, I turned to him. “Nothing Rafa, you’ll be fine.” He grinned, clearly content with himself, I wondered why until I realized I had called him Rafa instead of Rafael or Mr. Alcántara.

Zach strode in, Jasmine behind him, I looked at her in panic. She gave me an apologetic look. Zach, noticing my distraught state, answered my question. “Chief had an emergency surgery so I’m here. What seems to be the problem y/n?” I explained his symptoms and he nodded doing a small assessment.

“Well he doesn’t seem to have any developed head trauma, hydrate him and check on him constantly to see if that helps. It could just be lack of water and stress. You’ll be fine Mr. Alcántara.” He finished. I shifted my attention to him but before I could speak, he walked out. Jasmine went to get the supplies and I stayed with Rafa.

“So he’s giving you the cold shoulder?” Rafa asked me. I rolled my eyes. “Oh shut up will you?” He chuckled. “You seemed a bit worried for me back there reina.” I ignored his nickname, although it was my favorite thing he would call me. “It’s kind of my job Mr. Alcántara, I mean I am getting paid to worry about my patients.”

I stood there checking his chart from the past three hours to notice any obvious changes. Quietly I heard him speak again, “I miss you.” I didn’t look up at him and just nodded, he continued.

“I miss you a lot, I think of you everyday, I think of us. I messed up, bad. I know I can’t apologize, it’s too late for that. I just want you to hear me out. I’m really sorry. Sorry for not being there enough and sorry for not understanding your nerd talk. Sorry for not telling you how much I loved and appreciated you every second of every day. Sorry for making you feel like I love some sport more than my own girlfriend, than the love of my life. I can’t fathom how I feel into words. I don’t even understand myself. I just want you to know that I love you and if I could go back in time and stop myself from giving up, I would.”

I sighed and finally looked up at him, “But you can’t Rafa, so get over it. For the sake of both of us.” I put his chart back on the front of his bed and walked out. I didn’t stop my tears this time, I couldn’t help it. I walked into one of the storage rooms and sobbed. I cried and drowned in my self pity.

-

I finally composed myself after some time. I got up to do my routinely check on Rafa, as I walked down his hall I saw a swarm of nurses rushing in and out of his room, they were speaking loudly. I jogged and then sprinted to his room. I looked around and everything seemed to go in slow motion. Zach was screaming for them to power the pads to a higher voltage to start his heart again.

Flatline. Flatline.

I ran to his bedside grabbing his hand. I couldn’t think. I gripped his hand and whispered in his ear, my voice cracking, “C'mon baby pull through.”

Thump. Thump

A sigh of relief came through the whole room as his heart started up again. I cried, kissing his hand and laughing. He’s okay. I looked up at Zach and he gave me a small smile before exiting. I stayed by his bed all night. His parents were at home, visiting hours were long over.

-

I woke up, the sun peaking through the window. I looked groggily around the room and then at the clock, 5:23 am. Great, work starts soon.

“Morning reina,” his deep, husky voice brought my attention to him. I blushed realizing I had spent the night with him. Then, I felt hot tears running down my face and at this point I didn’t care. “Your heart..” I started but couldn’t bring myself to finish as I cried into his bed side. He scooted across the bed and patted the open space next to him.

I didn’t care that we were over or that I was, at the time, his doctor. I crawled into his small, hospital bed and he wrapped his arm around me as I clung to his side. I buried my head in the crook of his neck, never wanting to leave his side again. He whispered, “it’s okay, I’m okay, we’re okay.” Over and over until we both drifted off into sleep.

I heard someone clear their throat and I shot up from the bed. The clock now read, 9:30 am. Fuck. I looked around to see his parents, brother, Jasmine, and Neymar grinning. I turned to look at Rafa and he was rubbing his eyes, he barely woke up. “Morning.” He said.

Neymar started laughing and Jasmine started clapping. “Are you guys back together? Are you dating again?” Thiago asked enthusiastically. “We didn’t have time to discuss it, Ms. Drama Queen here was crying.” Rafa said jokingly.

I looked at him, my mouth open wide. “Rafael Alcántara, your heart literally stopped. Sorry for getting a bit emotional.” We all laughed as he pulled me back into his arms and kissed the top of my head. I felt safe in his arms, and for the first time in a while, I was happy. Truly, utterly happy.

I groaned, “I have to work.” I didn’t want to be anywhere away from him. Jasmine spoke up, “Oh chief said you could have the morning off.” I sighed, taking in Rafa’s scent, “Thank god.” I muttered. Rafa laughed and I saw his eyes crinkle and his nose scrunch up. I loved when he would laugh, it was contagious and soon we were both laughing like idiots. “They’re so weird.” I heard Neymar mutter. “Maybe we should back out slowly and they won’t notice.” Thiago replied. I giggled to myself and moved closer into his embrace, whispering so only he could hear.

“I missed you too.”

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some strong language + not so happy ending

“Do you still love her?” I challenged him. We had been fighting again, something that had become very familiar in our relationship. An exasperated sigh left his lips.

He didn’t look at me once, no words left his mouth, but his hesitation gave me the answer I needed. I laughed, shaking my head.

“Do you know how fucking stupid I look Neymar?” My voice wavered but I continued, as my rant went on, my voice raised. “My boyfriend liking his ex’s pictures? Favoriting tweets about ‘true love’? What if I did that? Should I also comment how much I’m missing my ex?” He finally had the decency to look at me.

“Y/N please, it’s not like that.” He pleaded and reached for me, but I was far gone. “Get your shit together Neymar. You know what, I’ll make this easy for you. Go to her, tell her how much you 'miss’ her and how she’s your 'true love’. I’m no longer some girl you can feed lies to in hopes that she’ll stick around. I’m done.” It was now my turn to avoid looking at his face. I walked to the door, he followed behind me, cursing at himself. Promising that if I would stay things would change, I heard it all before.

I sighed, “I’ll come for my things eventually,” and slammed the door behind me.

-

“And that’s why I need you to go get my things.” I finished, looking up at Rafinha through my eyelashes. He glared at me. “How about I just go with you?” I rolled my eyes, shoving my head in my hands. “No Rafa, please just do this for me.” We had met up for lunch after he heard of the breakup, he wanted to make sure I was okay but I knew there was another reason.

“He misses you.” He began, but I cut him off. “So you came here for him. Stupid me, thinking you actually cared.” I got up, but he gripped my hand, looking at me with sympathy. “Please y/n sit down. I do care for you. You’re one of my closest friends. I’m on your side here, but he’s also a friend of mine and he should have his say in this situation.” I sat down but stared at him with anger. “He has no right Rafa. He ruined us. He is still in love with his ex. Why is that so hard to understand? I’m in the right.”

“I’m not saying you’re not. Just listen, we’ll go to his house, you get your things and hear him out for five minutes.” Rafa negotiated.

I was tired. Tired of Rafa’s constant persisting but tired of feeling like I wasn’t good enough for Neymar. He was beyond perfect, he was my everything. I loved him with each beat of my longing heart, but it was very clear he didn’t feel the same way. I was devastated, I felt completely drained. Who was I to compete with a woman so beautiful? He deserved happiness, and unfortunately, he found his happiness within her. I could not stand in between that.

These were the thoughts that constantly haunted me, that kept me up all night, and that kept fresh tears rolling down my face with every passing second. I hated crying in public and I wouldn’t allow Rafa the satisfaction of seeing me cry over his friend, showing how much I still cared for him.

“I don’t want to seem weak, seeing him and speaking to him…Rafa I can’t trust myself, I’ll cave. This isn’t a good idea, please understand that.” I spoke quickly, but my point was made. He shook his head and sighed. “I can’t take no for an answer.” He replied.

I knew I couldn’t enter that house, our home, by myself. I agreed to this horrendous deal with no promises that I would speak.

Finally, we were on our way.

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I stood outside the door, watching as Rafa knocked and waited for Neymar to open the door. He finally did, like the coward he is, he made no contact and moved aside to let us pass. I was highly amused, I actually believed he wanted to fix us, I really thought he cared.

I was just as stupid as I was the day I decided to leave my family for him, we were teens back then.

I pushed passed, proceeding to our once shared room and began packing as much as I could without letting any of my tears shed for this man anymore. I was better then this, I deserved better than him and I knew that now. But that didn’t mean I didn’t long for him to burst into the room and cry my name out. I longed to hear his voice that I missed so much. And I held my breath, hoping.

I walked down the stairs, ready to leave. Neymar and Rafa stood as I had left them. Rafa seemed flushed, agitated actually. Perhaps angry at Neymar for making him waste his time. Oh Rafa, as he has wasted mine, all those years meant nothing.

“I’m sorry”, he finally croaked out. I laughed bitterly. “I’m sure you are. Can we go now?” I looked to Rafa and he held the door open, no longer begging me to see Neymar. Somehow, I could not move. I waited, hoping he would say something. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I threw my things on the floor and let out an exasperated sigh as my voice quavered.

“Do you really have nothing to say Neymar? Can’t you say you love me? Did you ever even love me? Has it really been her all this time? Answer me. I deserve to know.” Sadness. Silence. Tears streamed down his face. He shook his head and did not speak.

To say I was shocked was an understatement. I couldn’t comprehend it. After everything, this is how we ended. I took one final look at him, at the man I would always love and walked out, my things in hand.

Neymar Ouf…. Looking forward to playing, looking forward to being there at the World Cup.  My last World Cup wasn’t so good for what happened with my back, for everything that happened to me. But, well, it already happened, and now the World Cup is approaching and we have a good team. We’re doing well and I hope … I hope we can win one, no? Hahaha!

Gerard Yeah, I’m hoping we win too.

Neymar You already won! It’s enough … you won one.

Gerard That’s true, yes, that’s true. I can’t complain, I can’t complain.

Good morning!