TO BE ALONE: a series of måneskin oneshots

telling marta (måneskin)

I'm nothing if not controversial, I guess lol

(Y/N) x Damiano version of the last chapter for y'all xo

You were exhausted, having barely slept the night before. You knew what your first order of business was that day after getting ready. You had the entire day off, but you wanted to get this chore out of the way. Therefore you wouldn't have to dwell on it all day.

You swallowed hard, rapping your knuckles against the manager's door.

"Come in!" Marta sweetly called.

You opened the door, cringing at squeaky door hinges. "Hey, um, could we talk for a moment?"

Marta's grin faltered only slightly. "Of course, (Y/N), what's on your mind?"

You sat in a chair in her room, your fingers plucking at the cross sections of your fishnet tights. "I'm usually not one to snitch, but Marta, I'm worried about Damiano." You admitted, the weight completely lifting from your chest.

Marta frowned, making eye contact with you. "What's got you feeling this way? You all looked wonderful onstage last night."

"That's the problem." You fretted. "He looked wonderful. He's done so well with hiding it, and--"

"Hiding what, Love?" Marta pried.

You took a deep breath in. "I guess I shouldn't start there. I guess I should start with the argument."

"Argument?"

"Yeah, a day or two ago." You swiveled around on the swivel chair you were in. "I didn't like these lyrics he came up with. They just sounded bad and had no central theme and... fuck, I'm off topic. Okay, so that kind of tipped him off."

Marta nodded along, debating if she should ask you to stop picking so incessantly at your tights. She knew running these fishnets, though you have a million pairs, would only cause you more stress. Nonetheless, she let you continue talking.

You looked down, watching your fingers pluck at your tights. "So I left him alone. I didn't want to poke him further after that, and I just think that made him more upset. That I didn't come talk to him or some shit."

Marta nodded along, listening in such a caring manner. She had become such a mother figure to you since the band had been formed. You'd never experienced that type of motherly love before.

"So what happened after that, Hon?"

Your breaths were now shaky. "Um..." You fought back tears. "He brought it back up on the way here. We were at a stop, most everyone was out getting snacks or whatever, and he came and sat across from me and just...just went off." You explained.

"How so?"

"He was still upset. And he was going on about relationships and how I don't support him and how he's sacrificing so much for the band, and how we don't understand. And then he got into--" You were nearly choking. "He said when he gets this worked up on tour that he...he sees no end in sight and sometimes he'll consider killing himself." You whispered the last bit, looking up just in time to see the color drain from Marta's face.

Marta took a moment to collect herself. "And that's what you wanted to talk to me about?"

"Yeah." You nodded, almost as if you had to reassure yourself of your choice to tell. "Yeah. I don't know if he was just out of his head talking or what, but I feel like you just don't say something like that. I don't take shit like that lightly. I mean, fuck, I love him." You dabbed the corners of your eyes to dry the tears before they fell. "I don't know what to do. I just want to help him."