TO BE ALONE: a series of måneskin oneshots

double sided (måneskin)

TW: ed, suicide, destructive habits, vibes of the oneshot "telling marta"

So sorry these have been so sad lately ahh

Tears welled in Damiano's eyes as he heard retching over the sound of the running sink.

He waited until silence before slowly opening the door.

"I didn't mean what I said earlier tonight, baby." Damiano coaxed, slumping down the bathroom wall beside you.

You cleared your throat, looking at your hands as they rest on your bent knees.

"It really seemed like you did." You stated, choking back the burning sensation in your throat.

Damiano frowned, wanting to grab your hand, but he knew after a purge or an argument, or God forbid both (as it was right now), you hated being touched. "Baby, I didn't mean it. How can I make this up to you?"

You rolled your eyes, standing up. "I'd usually joke and say why don't you bring back the food I just threw up, but you'll probably call me psychotic again, huh?"

You rose to wash your hands. The bathroom fell silent beside the running water. Damiano was so mad at himself. He didn't know what had come over him.

When your hands were clean, you sunk back down beside your boyfriend, despite your seething anger towards him.

Damiano kissed your head, though you were still refusing to look at him. You gave the kiss zero reaction.

"I feel fucking awful, bambina. I'm so sorry...shit if someone had said that to me when I was in the depths of my own eating disorder I-"

"You'd what? Kill yourself like you keep threatening?" You barely hear the words escape your mouth, but immediately knew you'd fucked up. Arguably worse than Damiano earlier.

You rush to immediately cover your lips with your palm. "Fuck, Damia, I didnt-"

Damiano scoffed, his eyes wide. Absolutely bewildered. His gentle persona washed away by your words.

He pushed himself to a standing position as you part your lips to beg him to stay.

"Maybe I fucking will just to spite you!" He growled, slamming the bathroom door as he storms out of the apartment entirely.

You remain frozen on the bathroom floor for a few seconds. The sound of Damiano's car starting shakes you from the trance for only a moment long enough for you to reach your phone.

"Vic?" You sob into the phone speaker, grateful she picked up on the first ring. "I need you. Now."

"Ethan!" Damiano shouted, relentlessly knocking on the wooden door. The drummer opened the door quickly. "I need to hang out here for a bit."

"Of course, honey, what's happened?" Vic sweetly asked. You could hear her unlock her car door.

"Yeah, sure, man, what's going on?" Ethan asked, locking the house door behind Damiano once he'd entered the home.

You, still on the bathroom floor, relayed the entire story to Victoria once she'd arrived.

Damiano, once settled on the sofa, relayed the entire story to Ethan.