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𝐗𝐈𝐗. 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬

C H I A R A: 

"Amore don't be sad, it's going to be fun", I say, grabbing my boyfriend his hand, who is walking very sad behind me, Victoria and Thomas. It's been a while since we went out since the band was really busy the last weeks. "I wanna go home", he whines, kicking against a little rock. "Don't be sad Amore, you can look at my ass all night", I say, causing him to smile. "I always do that, what's the difference", Damiano slaps my ass, trying to kiss me. "I feel raped", I push him away and run back to Thomas and Victoria. "Is your boyfriend sad?", Thomas asks, when I jump on his back. "I almost regret convincing him to come", I laugh, walking between the guitarist and bassist. "For real?", Victoria asks, raising her eyebrows. "No I love seeing him hating his life", I laugh, and points at a cafe.

Damiano left me, and I see him standing at the bar, all alone. He is drinking a simple beer. Believe me, I tried, I tried to make him dance, but he didn't want to. Poor Dami. I don't get him, going out is amazing, and I love dancing. And if Damiano doesn't want to dance with me, I'll dance with Thomas and Victoria. He maybe hates dancing, but I see he looks at me the whole time, biting on his lips. "I'll be right back", I wave at Thomas and Victoria, walking towards my boyfriend. "Where were you looking at David?", I say, pressing a kiss on his lips. Without answering he kisses me back, while his hands run over the black fabric dress. "Can we go home?", he asks, smiling bright. "Uhm let me think about it, no!", I say, biting in his lower lip, while his face turns back into sadness.

"Why can't you just be fun for once", I say, whining. "Oh, so now you say I'm no fun", insulted he rolls with him eyes, sipping from his drink. "No I'm sorry I didn't mean it like that, just dance with me", I smile, hugging him from behind. "No, leave me Chia, you know I hate this", he pushes my arms away. "Okay, bye Damiano", annoyed and disappointed I walk bach towards our friends, who are really drunk by now. "Isn't he coming?", Thomas asks, doing his iconic dance on the music.

"No, the singer is just acting like a little kid", I sigh, grabbing a drink from the table. "Hey you that's mine!", a guys around Damiano his age snaps, pulling his drink out of my hand. "And now it's mine", I shove him a middle finger and pull the bottle back to me, drinking all the alcohol that was in that thing. "Wow girl, are you alright?", he comes closer to me, and I feel my head pounding, saying that I should go home. "My boyfriend is just a pain in the ass", I grin, starting to dance with this man. "Where is he?", he asks, laying his hands on my hips. It would be very smart of me to push him away, but my body was not able to do something else than dancing like a whore.

"Over there", I point at Damiano, who is staring at the ground, probably hating his life. Please do not get me wrong, I love Damiano more than anything, more than myself, but right now he is just being a little annoying. "He is dumb, if he does not want to dance with such a beautiful women", the man giggles, and I grin, seeing Damiano look at me. I try to ignore the singer, and dance like there is no tomorrow. "What's your name?", the guy asks, and I close my eyes, feeling my head pounding loader than the music. "Chiara, you?". "David", he says and I chuckle.

"What?", confused he asks, handing me a drink, while my boyfriend stood up, giving me a death glare. "That is hopefully my future surname". The guys looks even more confused. "My boyfriends surname is David", I give a look at the bar, but Damiano is gone. I wide-eye. "That guy is not worth you, he doesn't even want to dance with you", he says, stepping a little closer to me. Why can't girls just go to a club and dance with men who don't only think about sex. The leans in and tries to kiss me, before I push him away. "Goodbye David", I walk away, not even giving him one more face. "Where is Dami?", I ask, as soon as I saw Thomas and Victoria.

"What was that with that guy?", Victoria asks, before even answering my question. "Nothing, he is a jerk. He wanted to kiss me and now I think Dami is mad, but I really pushed him away", I say, or well, I actually scream, since the music is way too load. "He indeed looked very mad, and he is heading home", Thomas smiled. "I'll go search for him", I say, hugging both of my friends, before I leave the club.

When I arrive at the streets, peace and quiet is in my head and I sigh in relief. But the silence in my head replaces with a terrible headache. The streets are empty and sometimes a drunk man sits against a wall, but no Damiano anywhere. I decide to walk home, but my feet hurt and the heels are too high. On my bare feed I walk through the dark streets of Rome, feeling the cold street under my feet. The moon shines bright into my eyes, but everywhere else it's dark.

A shot of relief rushes through my body as soon as I see Damiano his car and scooter standing on the driveway, and in the living room are all the lights on. "Fuck", I curse and kick against the door, realizing I forgot to key. And I'm definitely not going to ring that bell, or I'll wake Ethan and Lavinia.  

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