(based on 'valentine by må) (TW/ miscarriage)

Damiano was on tour. It wasn't easy because you just lost your child, but because of many contracts and obligations, Damiano was forced to go and play concerts as if nothing happened, as if he didn't cry every night, as if he didn't miss you, as if he didn't curse his label.

He was so depressed every second he was away from you, calling you, texting you long messages, regretting that he couldn't support you during this difficult time.

He spent hours looking at pictures of you when you were pregnant after concerts. He tattooed your name on himself, your birthdate, everything, covering himself in tattoos of you, dreaming of the day you'd embrace and ombust.

Finally he could go home after a successful concert tour, desperate he took the first fastest plane, not sleeping the whole way as if being conscious would speed up his entire journey.

The second he entered your shared apartment, he hugged you tightly, kissing you gently.

"Dam, I… I still feel the weight of that loss every day," you said quietly, snuggling into him tightly.

He looked at you, his eyes softening with the pain he shared with you. "I know... You don't even know how often I hold your pictures, and dream of the day you were eatin' for two."

You shifted uncomfortably, the silence thick between you. "Sometimes I feel like I can't breathe when your gone… But at least, my decline is so much better with you. " You admitted, your voice trembling.'

He still held you tight, his eyes filled with tears, all this love, he was so choked up. "You're my Valentine, you know? Even in all this mess, I keep running back to you."