Tell Me The Truth | D.D.

Chapter Thirteen

I had spent around five hours sitting in the studio. Those five hours were spent producing. Everyone had gone home, and I was left alone.

It was dark outside and I checked my phone to see that it was already nine thirty. I sighed and continued to edit. "Cora," I heard someone yell walking in.

I turned and asked in a confused voice, "Dam?" "Hey," he said, popping his head in. "What are you doing here," I said, kissing him. "I didn't want you to walk home alone," he said. I suspected it was something else, but I bit my tongue.

"Ok, well, let me finish up, and then we can go," I told him. He nodded and plopped down on the couch, staring at his phone.

I finished up quickly and grabbed my purse. "Ready?" I asked him. He nodded and took my hand.

"What were you working on?" He asked when we were finally outside. "I was just finishing up La Paura Del Buio," I said, pushing my glasses further up my nose. "How does it sound?" He asked. I could tell he was trying to be nonchalant, but underneath that there was an emotion that I couldn't quite understand.

"It's really good, actually," I said, looking at him. "And if I don't mess it up, it will be even better," I said, laughing. He laughed with me and mused my hair.

"Is it okay if I just stay at your place tonight?" I asked. "Of course," he said, kissing the back of my hand. I was very tired, so I leaned on him. He didn't protest. If anything, he held me closer.

"Let's race," he said as we rounded the corner. "Damiano," I groaned. "Come on," he said, pouting. I groaned again because I knew I would do it just to make him happy.

"Fine, but you're taking my bag," I told him. "Gladly," he said, sporting a wide grin. I smiled back in reaction. I slid my tote bag off and gave it to him.

He put it around his neck, wearing it like a necklace. "That's gonna it you in the face, you dumbass," I told him. He ignored me, "Ready, set, go!" He bolted down the street, and I tried to keep pace with him.

I laughed at the sheer stupidity of the whole situation. The one thing I did love was the feeling of the wind through my hair.

Needless to say, he won. To show this, he flexed his muscles, which made me clutch my stomach from laughing too hard. "I applaud you," I said, reaching for my purse.

He let me take it, but not before pulling me into a kiss. "You're insane," I said, shaking my head. "I know," he said, grinning. He had a glint in his eye, which made my heart melt.

He went upstairs, laughing the whole way. "Hello, my babies," I said as I saw Lego and Bidet. "Traitors," I heard him mutter as they came up to me.

"I'm going to go change really quick," I said, grabbing some clothes. He nodded and walked out to the balcony to go smoke.

I quickly washed my face and brushed my teeth and hair. I stayed in my sports bra and put on my white fluffy pajama pants.

When I walked out, he had his back turned to me, taking long drags from his cigarette. I put my hand on his back, tracing his spine. I felt him tense immediately, and I stepped back.

"Is everywhere ok?" I asked gently. "Yeah, I'm fine," he said, blowing it off. "Are you sure?" I asked again. "I told you I'm fine," he said, snapping at me.

I took a step back, feeling a little hurt. I had shared my darkest secrets with him, and he couldn't tell me what was going on.

I went inside and turned on the TV and waited for him to come inside. I knew we would get nowhere if we didn't talk about anything.

After about fifteen minutes, he came back in the room and sat next to me on the couch without another word. I turned to look at him.

He looked tired. He had bags under his eyes, and the glint in them from earlier was covered with something new. Stress and anxiety were the replacement I realized.

Before I could say anything, he spoke up, "I'm sorry I snapped at you."It's okay," I said, turning to face him. He seemed to sense what I was about to ask. "I'm really stressed about everything," he told me. I nodded, encouraging him to continue.

"I have been stressed about the album and work, and I haven't been able to sleep," He said elaborating. "You know it's okay to feel that way, right?" I asked him. "I know it is, but that doesn't make it any easier," he said exasperated.

"I know, but sometimes we have to feel those emotions because it means that you care about something," I told him. He nodded deep in thought.

"Hey, that's enough philosophy tonight. Let's just go to bed, and tomorrow will be a new day," I told him. "You go. I'm not tired," he said.

"Well, I'm not that tired either," I told him, unwilling to leave. We didn't say anything else and just continued watching TV. At some point, he laid down and rested his head on my stomach.

I looked down and say that he was asleep and a light smile graced my face. I threw the blanket over him and got comfortable.

It might not have been the most comfortable night ever, but tonight finally gave me some insight into Damiano's mind. That made me feel good, I concluded. To be needed.