For Your Love. {Damiano David}

Chapter Thirty Five - Bleeding Love.

Trying hard not to hear, but they talk so loud
Their piercing sounds fill my ears, try to fill me with doubt
Yet I know that their goal is to keep me from falling, hey, oh
But nothing's greater than the rush that comes with your embrace
And in this world of loneliness, I see your face
Yet everyone around me thinks that I'm going crazy
Maybe, maybe
But I don't care what they say
I'm in love with you
They try to pull me away, but they don't know the truth
My heart's crippled by the vein that I keep on closing
You cut me open and I
And it's draining all of me
Though they find it hard to believe
I'll be wearing these scars for everyone to see.

Damiano's P.O.V

I throw my finished cigarette onto the grass before walking into Nonna's house angrily. I was furious. Just watching my best friend... and the girl I love, it angered me in a way I never thought I could feel.
I had to leave the party, I knew if I had stayed I would have done something I would have regretted in the morning.

The house was silent, all I could hear was the drastic beating in my chest that I was trying so hard to ignore. I quickly storm up the stairs and turn right to my room. I slam the door behind me and let out the shaky breath I didn't realize I was holding. The pain in my chest had returned and this time it felt unbearable.... I felt betrayed and stupid... and just fucking lonely.

I understand what I've done to Eve in the past was something pretty unforgivable seeing the pain it caused her but this... this was too much. She stepped over a line when choosing to hook up with one of my best friends, I would have never done that to her.
I quickly grab my wallet from the back pocket of my trousers and rummage for another cigarette desperately, as I do so the photos of Eve that I had kept in there for the last three years fall out and land all over the floor.
Where the fuck were my cigarettes?!
I angrily throw my wallet down to the floor and frustratedly get down onto my knees to gather all of the photos that had fallen.

She looked so fucking beautiful in every single one... she had a genuine smile on her face, a smile I haven't seen since a month before I left a year and a half ago.
The one of both of us in a photo booth catches my eye and immediately I'm reminded of the memory. 

Our first 'I love you'

"I can't believe it's six euros for a strip of four photos" Eve complains as I pull her inside of the booth and down onto my lap.
"You're not even paying amore, I wouldn't worry about it" I smile up at my girlfriend of a month and a half. She fixes her hair and asks me if she looks okay to which I respond of course you look amazing... because she does. It's always effortless.

"These things scare me, I never get a nice photo" She chuckles lightly, adjusting herself on my lap.

"You always take beautiful photos, what are you talking about?" I question amused my, admiring how cute she was when she stressed about small things.

"Stop trying to flatter me Dami, it won't work" She turns to smirk at me before reaching over to press the button. "Are you ready?"

"Always" I nod just as she presses the button. It counts us down from three. The first photo we smile and rest our heads together cutely with her arm around my shoulder as mine rest around her waist, the second photo I kiss her cheek firmly, the third photo I turn her head to face me and passionately kiss her... and the last... well I had an idea.
I watch as it begins it's countdown and right on time I whisper "I love you" into her ear, to get the photo perfectly with her reaction. It goes silent and I could feel her body had frozen on my lap.
She shakily turns herself around and stares at me with tear filled eyes as if she couldn't believe I had just said those words to her.