'Know you and Leno got married. Congratulations on his failure.'
Messi sends the text after a few days of Luka's wedding. Gave straight feedback, showing grudges boiling under his throat. Thought they got the deservation and matched perfectly. But he didn't tell Neymar. He did not want to share the information with anyone. He was waiting for a better day when he was going to tell.
They both were preparing for Copa America. He knows a lot about Bernd Leno and his private life. Since the day their family started preparing for their wedding, Messi started winking through the gaps. He fixed a person to give him every information about Luka Modric in exchange for a million dollars. Nobody still does not know what was hidden under their mind. Maybe Messi was the one who never let anybody to even doubt. Like a penalty, sharp and clear. But secrets are the starting of suspicion. Maybe it took a long way to settle back. But hiding all the way down was a choice. Mixing it up was the mistake.
'CAUSE YOU DON'T DESERVE HIM. You're just a filthy asshole who showed up like a servant. Didn't he pay you? How much do you need? Huh! How much? How much do you fucking care cost? I will pay. Just get your shit and leave. JUST LEAVE FROM OUR LIFE. It will be my last word you're hearing right now. I have the right to case against you for the harassment. Just vanish. Don't even try to come here with those cursing footsteps. It won't call a good thing. I'm threating you. It will never be turning into good things.'
If Luka picks some words what will never be vanished from his mind, he will pick just only one. Since then maybe he forgot how to even ask something. It was just as clear as water conversation. What did even he ask- just some questions- he never thought that would turn like this. 'Why did you lie, Messi? Why did you? Everybody knows that you were not staying in a locked room. Why do you make the emotional scenario? To let Neymar think that you're suffering alone there? To let him book a flight and go miles away with the unfit body? You don't care about him. It's okay that you couldn't get the visa. But you act, act like a kid who got kidnapped. You were staying in your house. What happened? Why are you alive?'
Just because he has no one beside him at the moment. And someone achieved his dream that doesn't mean he can not wake up after leaving. He is not dead. He is not deaf. He can stay even while hearing. Hearing those words, hammered him from inside of the heart. It was bleeding but he was still remaining stand straight. He knows that if he actually done a mistake he would have paid for it for his life-time no matter what. But he will never cry. Never be heartbroken. He was just looking at his desired place, holding the tears and hearing those words. Each of the poisoning lines, he was gulping. With no hesitant, he held his chin up. His feedback was silent. He knew that he can not speak. Saying a word was not change even a second. That day, Messi took his voice. Too. Like he took his everything. Luka was just staring at him. At the thing Neymar loved the most. Momentarily, felt the affection. Maybe the right mixed up with the words and shooting him. He can separate the lies so easily. But he even knew it won't change the moment he was spending. The last day of staying in Paris. Staying with Neymar. Staying with all hopes. Vanished. He can assume it was faster than the velocity light travels with. He smiled and stood up. He had no words to say. Took his long coat off the handle of the sofa and turned around. He will go direct to the airport. Maybe he couldn't say a last goodbye to him. He is happy cause with him there was thousands of happy memories, with what he can pass the half of his life, happily.
He smiled forcefully. Just gave the last glance on the resort and got in the car.
'Messi, listen to me. You not only snatched the World Cup but also Neymar.'
The last line was from him after leaving everything apart.