𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐀 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐀

A Broken Promise

before I begin I just want to say I'm so sorry for not updating for what feels like ages! I've had loads of exams and have been busy studying! But they're over now and I will be updating a lot more!!

I've never felt like this. It had been a week since Damiano had left and he hadn't called me once. Was he ok? I didn't know. The band not Damiano had picked up their phones once, despite me calling at least 5 times a day. Have I done something wrong? Has he met another girl on tour already, in just a week? I don't understand.

I'm laying in my bed, staring at the ceiling, listening to the blurred noise of the TV that I wasn't paying much attention to at all. Instead I'm scanning the room, looking at pictures of Dami and I on the bedside tables. I miss him so much. I miss him like I've never missed anyone before. I just want to hug him, kiss him, touch him again, now. It's hard to fall asleep on my own. But yet I manage. As my eyes drift off, I think off us, how much I miss him, what it will like when he returns. Will it be the same? And then I fell asleep.

within the night...

My phone rings. I ignore it, i don't know the time and I frankly don't want to know, I want to be asleep, it's the only time I forget I'm alone. I forgot to turn it on silent, ugh. I give in and look at the screen, to see Damiano's name on it. He's calling me! In a hurry, I pick it up in joy, needing to hear his voice.

"Dami!" I cry, excited and relieved down my phone.

"Marlena, hi...." He says, sounding very melancholy.

"Is everything ok Dami? You sound sort of concerned..." I ask in panic.

"Yes."

I can breathe.

"Well no, not atall" he continues.

"What's wrong? Are you ok?" I question him, sitting up in a room that doesn't look like home anymore.

"I don't love you anymore Marlena" he says, sounding in very much lack of remorse.

My heart drops to my stomach in an instance. My worlds feels deflated and I suddenly drop the phone into the pillows, his voice becoming a muzzled mess.

"Marlena, I'm sorry I guess. But I love Maria"

"Maria" I mumble. "Where have I heard that before" I know that name from somewhere, I swear I do.

I can't think straight. My heart is beating out of my chest.

And that's when I wake up. My eyes widen, my heart still beating. It was a dream. A fucking horrible, heartbreaking, painful dream.

"What the fuck" I say to myself, not knowing whether I should be sad, angry or extremely worried.

I rush over to my phone, typing Damiano into my contacts before ringing him as fast as I could tap the number.

It rings. And rings. And rings. No answer.

"OH WHY AREN'T YOU ANSWERING DAMIANO?" I cry, tears streaming down my face as I panic that something has happened to him. Why hasn't he answered. It's been a whole week. No calls, texts, nothing. He promised to call me everyday....