Double Trouble Too // Neymar Jr //

"Behold, He is coming with clouds, and every eye will see Him, even they who pierced Him. And all the tribes of the earth will mourn because of Him. Even so, Amen."

-Revelation 1:7.

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       "To Whom it may Concern,

(Which I'm pretty sure it does, a lot.),

   There comes a time where passion overtakes rationale. You have certain urges that are always tucked underneath layers of worry and professionalism. You might yell; scream; throw punches; come to blows; and fight like dogs.

Passion, means something you truly care about. Something that is near to your heart. Your heart ships blood through arteries, to veins, to capillaries. I have had time to think about my heart, which is football. Unfortunately I do see that, while my actions were inappropriate, I was provoked.

It is a boiling point I do not wish upon anybody.

I do not hold it against Vala Dos Santos, as we put our differences aside. As a captain, it was inappropriate to present ourselves in this way.

I do solemnly apologize to Coach Vadão, to the executives at BV. To all who witnessed our scuffle. And to Sra. Dos Santos, who only has a dream as the rest of the team does. Clearly we need to work more as a unit.

Under the leadership of our coaches, both athletic and managerial, we will work to be well in the future.

Please do accept my humble apologies.

Captain Alana Andrade Amero."

Sometimes, it took everything within me to put my pride aside. To listen to those who witnessed my wrongdoings. To admit things.

Molly hummed the melody of her favorite song. Which was currently something by Charlie Puth. I couldn't keep up with American pop culture, but my Instagram feed made sure to remind me of the outcome of the election every hour of every day.

My hands ran along the pinewooden desk, delicate and fragile. Andrew knew a guy who could make it for me, didn't question him which. However, he did mention to write the letter, and I finally did by God's Grace.

It was just Molly and I in the house, free to talk about our lives without the threats of Niko, Wes, Tòmas, or any of their power hungry girlfriends hearing. Seems that my twin had to fill the silence without me. He certainly did leave the house more often.

Which left me free to worry about the possibility of me being pregnant or not. A scary thought, nonetheless, but the blood test results were coming the next day. But it left me time to think. To sit on my California King sized bed, making me feel gross with all the unnecessary things I had. I felt arrogant, selfish, and high and mighty. All that soul searching I had done felt as if done for the sake of convincing myself that I'm not like my peers.

That I was doing something worthwhile.

I nearly cleared my mind of everything I had learned in the United States. For the sake of becoming a new person in Spain. I thought arrogantly, spoke that way, and saw the world in a way that was negative because it might not have always catered to me.