Damiano David and Dove Cameron

"Maybe we should knock?" Dav murmurs to Damiano as they stand before your bedroom door.

Lately, they had noticed how distant and sad you seemed, and it worried them. You weren't the joyful child they once knew. You weren't the 14-year-old daughter they knew, 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 before knocking on your door, both of them waiting for an answer. "Mia Cara? Can we come in?"

They wait for a moment. "Come in," your voice was barely louder than a whisper, and they could hardly hear it.

Dav exhales and opens the door, both of them entering your dark room. You are lying on the bed, curled up in a ball, as she approaches the bed and sits on the edge, with Damiano beside her.

"Hello, sweetheart," she murmurs, soothingly rubbing your leg through your pants. "Can we talk?"

Damiano felt as if he had failed you, as if he had fallen short in his role as a father.

When they realize they aren't getting an answer from you, Damiano decides to speak, "We're worried about you, Mia Cara. Can you tell us what's going on? Is it because of us? Because of our fame? Did we do something wrong?"

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