One Shots-Måneskin

Divorce (Victoria/Ethan)

Tw: Divorce
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The sun filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow across the room. It was another day without Victoria by my side, but I had grown accustomed to her absence during her frequent tours with Måneskin. Our love had endured the distance, and I had learned to cherish the moments we shared when she returned.

But on that fateful day, the ringing phone shattered the tranquility. I answered, hoping to hear Victoria's voice, but what followed was a revelation that would forever change the course of my life.

"Y/n, there's something I need to tell you," Victoria's voice trembled on the other end of the line. My heart skipped a beat, sensing the gravity of her words.

"What is it, Victoria? Is everything okay?" I asked, my voice betraying the hint of worry that crept into my soul.

Silence lingered for a moment before she finally spoke, her voice laden with guilt. "I've been cheating on you... for some time now. I'm so sorry, Y/n."

Shock coursed through my veins, leaving me speechless. I couldn't comprehend how the person I loved, the one I had pledged my life to, could betray our vows so callously. Tears welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision.

"How... how could you do this, Victoria? I trusted you. I thought we had something special," I managed to whisper, the weight of the words hanging heavy in the air.

Victoria's voice quivered with remorse. "I know, Y/n. I never wanted to hurt you. I loved you and i still do, but I think it's best for us to divorce."

The world seemed to crumble around me as her words sank in. Divorce? The thought was unfathomable, a nightmare I never anticipated. The pain of her betrayal twisted like a knife in my chest, and I struggled to catch my breath.

Without another word, I hung up the phone, my hand trembling. A storm of emotions raged within me—shock, anger, heartache. I couldn't face anyone, not even my closest friends. My heartache was too raw, too consuming.

I retreated to the sanctuary of my room, locking the door behind me, hoping to shield myself from the pain. Days turned into nights, and time blurred together as I allowed myself to be consumed by sorrow.

My phone buzzed incessantly with messages from concerned loved ones, their worry palpable through the screen. But I couldn't find the strength to respond. The weight of the world pressed down on me, suffocating any glimmer of hope that remained.

As the days stretched on, I found solace in my solitude, or so I thought. But the emptiness grew more profound with each passing moment. The room, once a safe haven, now felt like a prison, trapping me in a web of despair.

"Y/n, please, open the door," a muffled voice pleaded from the other side. It was one of my friends, their concern evident in their tone.

I remained silent, unable to form the words that lingered on my tongue. The pain felt insurmountable, an impenetrable fortress guarding my shattered heart.

Finally, a soft knock followed by a whispered voice broke through the walls I had built. "Y/n, I'm here for you. You don't have to face this alone."

Tears streamed down my face as I recognized the voice of my best friend, Sarah. In that moment, her words pierced through the darkness, offering a glimmer of light. It was a small spark of hope that I had almost forgotten existed.

"I... I can't," I choked out, my voice barely audible. "It hurts too much."

Sarah's voice was filled with compassion as she responded, "I understand, Y/n. But shutting yourself away won't make the pain go away. You need to confront this, to find a way to heal."