Guys, im freaking out over all the pictures of wayne at everton. Because that's our captain and our club legend. I'll literally cry when I see him in a blue shirt that is not our own. For me Rooney is United, I was young when he joined and has been my hero since. The criticism he faces and his mental strength to power through it is admirable. To my captain wherever you go, i will support you. Every assist, every tackle and every goal you score will be celebrated like you are still one of ours. Because we owe that much to you. I hope you are happy to bring your fabulous career to an end at your boyhood club and we thank you for your service every single day for the past 13 years, for every goal, every trophy, every tackle & every memory created. Old trafford will always be your home and we will always be your family ❤

(Sure can! Hold on I’m trying not to overthink it. Here we go!) - I think my own sadness kinda leaked in but i did my best not to let it effect the overall story. Hope you liked it and awwww thank you sweetie<3

I’ll Miss You

Life was full of changes, and adaptability was the key in navigating it. Neymar was used to changes. Hell, he actively sought them out most of the time. To be one of the best football players in the world, one had to be a risk taker and to not be afraid of the inevitable. 

Neymar was prepared for pretty much anything. And if he wasn’t, he was prepared to roll with the punches no matter what the situation turned out to be.

He liked living like that. No stressors, no worries, just accepting life as it was.

So why then----

His heart had been hurting this whole week. Not for any medical reason thankfully, but--- ever since he’d heard Thiago was leaving, for good... he--

Blinking back the sudden wetness threatening to spill past his cheeks, he tries to take a deep breath. 

‘Don’t think about it. Don’t’

Thinking about what was going to happen would only make him emotional, and he couldn’t afford to be emotional. Not now, not when his captain hadn’t even flinched when he’d heard the news.

If Thiago could be strong, so could he.

it’s not like they’d been playing together here for all that long anyways. Just a couple of years. If anyone had the right to be upset here it was Marco or Marqui. They’d known him for longer in psg. Played by his side for longer, and as far as Neymar could tell, they were handling the situation exceptionally well, so who gave him the right to---

Closing his eyes, he tires to center himself; the sudden overwhelming feelings of loss overtaking his senses for a moment.

‘Get a grip Ney,’ he tells himself bitterly. ‘This isn’t about you. But’--

Looking up from where he’d been sitting this whole time, his eyes land on the football pitch, or more specifically Thiago Silva. 

The older man is currently talking to Keylor, laughing out loud at something the goalkeeper says to him and Neymar just.... maybe he doesn’t have any right to be sad when Thiago is taking the whole situation so well, but..... He couldn’t help it, not really.

He sits in the same spot for what feels like hours. Just watching as Thiago flitters from one player to another. From one trainer to the next. He watches as his captain never loses that tiny smile of confidence and warmth. Watches as he runs his finger through Marquinhos hair and chuckles when the younger slaps his hand away.

He sits there and watches.

In a couple of months Thiago would be gone and Neymar wouldn’t see him outside of matches and the national team. Thiago would leave and play somewhere else and things wouldn’t be the same anymore. Even if he visited him every week, it just wouldn’t be the same.

How was this fair?

How was this ok?

Who was going to have his back if Thiago wasn’t there anymore? Who was going to give Marquinhos confidence and support by just standing next to him? Who was going to celebrate with Keylor whenever he or Kylian scored? Who was going to stop him and Marco from picking fights?

How was any of this ok?

“Practice has started you know?”

Clenching his fists, Neymar doesn’t look up. And as expected Thiago only sighs and takes a seat next to him.

“You’re thinking about it too much.”

Neymar scoffs. “You don’t think about it enough.”

A hand on his shoulder makes him relax slightly though, but he still doesn’t meet his captains eyes. “You do know I’ll still be around if you need me right? Like the old times?”

Yeah, of course he knows that.

“I know.”

“Then you shouldn’t worry too much.”

It’s when Thiago’s words waver,,, just a bit that Neymar finally looks up. Thiago is smiling at him now, but the smile.... it’s different... it’s broken, sad, hurt.

Of course Thiago was effected by this. Of course he was. He was just being strong for everyone else and what was neymar doing? Here wallowing in his own self pity when this wasn’t even about him.

“You were a great captain!” He blurts out, unable to stand seeing his friend looking so sad. “I loved playing in your team!”

A snort. “I loved playing with you too Ney.”

And yeah, he can feel the sudden onslaught of tears building up. Shoving his face into the other’s shoulder he tries to hold it in. “I’m going to miss you captain.”

An arm fully comes around to encircle his shoulders. “I’m going to miss you too Ney. Very much.”