Damiano David and Dove Cameron

“Maybe knock?” Dav mutters to Damiano as they stand in front of your bedroom door.

Lately, they had noticed how withdrawn, sad you seemed, and it bothered them. You weren't the happy child they knew. You weren't the 14-year-old daughter they knew, you weren't the daughter who always wanted to watch movies or play games with them. You didn't even laugh anymore. You were just... yourself.

Damiano nods his head before knocking on your door, both waiting for an answer. "Mia Cara? Can we come in?"

They wait a bit. "Come in." Your voice was barely more than a whisper, and they barely heard it.

Dav exhales and opens the door, both of you entering your dark room. You lie on the bed, curled up, while she walks over to the bed and sits on the edge, Damiano next to her.

“Hey, honey,” she murmurs, rubbing her hand soothingly through your pants. **“ Can we talk? ” Damiano feels like he’s failed you, like he’s failed as a father. When they realize they won’t get an answer from you, Damiano decides to speak up, “We’re worried about you, Mia Cara. Can you tell us what’s going on? Is it because of us? Is it because of our fame? Did we do something wrong?”

"Leave me alone...* "*you mumble, your voice muffled by the pillow you've covered your face with to hide it.