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Day 16- Singing one another to sleep (D.D.)

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You had trouble sleeping. Ever since you escaped from your toxic household. But he's been with you through everything. He was your best friend so he knew exactly what your family was capable of. And he was one of the people to encourage you in getting away from these people. He was very supportive when you were a teenager but he kept beating himself up because he couldn't do anything, being too young. But now he was more mature and in the age to make his own decision and endure the consequences so he didn't even hesitate when you called him crying that Thursday night, on your stairs. Never in his life he has come against speed limits.

That night he picked you up and made you promise to never look back. And lately you moved in together because being alone in an apartment was slowly turning you crazy. So here you were, living with Damiano. It was kind of a therapy for you both. Because you were going through so many things with his population going up and you building a life away from the people that were parasiting yours. Your level of anxiety was quite high and you had an appointment with a psychologist every Friday to get a check up from the week. Damiano would be called in necessities and at first, the Psy only called him for banalities.

But ever since the anniversary of you leaving was coming up, you got more nervous and anxious lately. You were an absolute mess and you started to experience violent panic episodes. And now even if he held your hand when you were anxious, like he always used to do when you were younger. Nothing seemed to calm down. And you hated to see his helpless face when he saw your distress and didn't know how to help. So you started to hide and everything turned out worse, as expected.

You would more often find yourself lying on the bed, feeling overwhelmed and agitated. Your heart is racing, your breathing is shallow, and the room seems to be closing in on you. Damiano sees the look on your face and instantly recognizes what's happening. He approaches you gently and guidesyou to a more comfortable position, holding your hand and speaking soothingly to you. "Cara, focus in my breathing. And count from ten to one with me." With each count, your breathing slows and your grip on their hand loosens. When you reach 1, you realize that you're feeling calmer and more centered. Your boyfriend continues to hold you, telling you that he'll always be there for you, no matter what.

But that doesn't forbid you to walk up in a jolt after some god awful nightmare about your parents. Another night, sweat is dripping down your back and you can't even move from the fear. The tears won't stop. Your heart is racing, you feel like you can't breathe, and your stomach is in knots. Luckily, he was awake because he was thirsty and he is immediately sitting by your side, feeling your vision with his bare chest covered in tattoos, holding your hand, and trying to calm you down. He strokes your hair and whisper comforting words in your ear. "I know, it's okay. I'm here, not ever going anywhere. You're doing wonderful and I love you. They can't have you anymore... breath cara focus on me, my voice. Please y/n, stay with me." You can feel their warm hand on your shoulder, and you squeeze it tightly, grateful for his support. You take deep breaths, trying to calm down, and eventually the panic subsides. Damiano holds you close, and you feel safe in their arms.

But one day he finds the solution. You're having yet another panic attack, and the tears won't stop. Your heart is racing, you feel like you can't breathe, and your stomach is in knots. Damiano is sitting by your side, holding your hand, and trying to calm you down. He gets an idea and starts singing a soothing melody, Coraline, his voice calm and soothing, filling the room with warmth. He sings. You close your eyes and listen, feeling the panic subsiding as you let his voice carry you away.

Their voice is beautiful and comforting, and you feel the tension in your body starting to ease. He sings on and on, his voice rising and falling like waves, and you find yourself getting lost in the beauty of the moment. Eventually, the panic is gone, and you feel calmer than you have in a long time. Your boyfriend's voice lingers in your mind, a beautiful melody that you'll never forget.

The anxiety is finally going away, until your brother texts you. You've never been close to him since he was the golden child. But he never done anything to make your life better either. But you still love him anyway, he's your little brother after all. So you start to answer, not telling Damiano since he would highly disapprove.

But after weeks of hiding it, he falls on one of your notifications and asks explanations about it. "What did I tell you ? They're toxic !" He almost yells and you roll your eyes. "He's my brother. He won't do anything." He scoffed. "Oh yeah ? Well where was he when your parents were mentally abusing you ?" You glared at him and he felt bad for his outburst. "He was too young." "There again, trying to find doe excuse. I don't understand what's not going through with 'toxic household'. But you know what ? Do whatever you want. I'm always at the end, picking you up with a spoon." You turned back around. "I don't need you."

That remark only got things worse. You and him are now arguing. It started as a small disagreement but has escalated into a full-blown argument. You're both upset, and you're struggling to understand each other. You're raising your voices, and you can feel the tension between you. Your lover keeps interrupting, and you feel like they're not listening to you. You start getting defensive, and the argument starts to spiral out of control.

You're both trying to make your points, but it feels like you're talking past each other. Your lover says something that hurts you, and you snap back. The argument just seems to escalate, and neither of you is willing to back down. You feel like the issue is never going to be resolved, and you start to feel defeated.

You take a deep breath and try to calm down, but he is still upset. You try to apologize, but he doesn't seem to want to hear it. You're both struggling to understand each other, and the argument continues. It's exhausting, and you feel like you're both at a stalemate. Neither of you seems to know how to move forward. You decide it's no use to talk so you go to sleep on the couch.

It's almost three am when you're waken up by a lid grumble outside. Thunder. You immediately think of him. He hates storms because he gets highly scared. He always looks for your touch in these cases. Or when you're afar, he at least has you over the phone. But he's angry with so you don't know what you should do.

After a few minutes debating with yourself, you finally get up and walk towards the bedroom. You knock softly and pass your head through the crack of the door. You notice his trembling body under the covers, notifying you that he's awake. You quietly get closer to him. You slip under the covers and hug him from behind. He jolts and turns around, looking at you. He has tears streaming down his face and your heart squeezes at the sight. You immediately bring him to your chest, one of his ears next to your hear, muffling any sounds from coming in by the other.
Usually, he would calm down with just that, but since you came in a bit late, he's still in a bit of a panic.

You can tell that Damiano is tense, and it's understandable. Thunderstorms can be scary, and it's natural to feel scared in that kind of situation. You lean in close to them, wrapping your arms around him and pulling them closer to you. You start to hum Torna a casa, your voice low and soothing. You sing quietly, the words barely audible, but your lover can feel the love and warmth in every note. You've never sung in front of him, even in all the years you've known him. Because it makes you feel like you're giving a part of yourself to others and it's scary. And he knows that and feels very grateful for it.

As the thunder rumbles outside, the rain pounds against the window, and the lightning flashes across the sky, you continue to sing. Your boyfriend takes deep, even breaths, and you can feel them calming down in your arms. The tension in his body relaxes, and you can see hil getting drowsy. "Grazie..." he mumbles. You continue to sing until he falls asleep, and you sit there, holding him close, watching over him, and listening to the storm outside. That boy is too precious to be let go of. You hold him and nothing would come against your unconditional love for this Italian boy. "Buona notte Bambino..." And you could sing the entire night if it was to protect him.

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