"I'm leaving for Brazil next week" I poured out and looked at her face, she was awe strucked and I feared I might have said it wrongly as she removed her hands from mine.

"Isabella" I tried to grab her hands back but she removed them from the table and placed them on her laps.

"Brazil for what?" She asked and I could see the obvious pain in her eyes.

"I have to continue my football career so I'm going to a football college in Brazil" I said and immediately saw a feeling of sadness, i could see tears building up in her eyes but she tried to cover it...