Summary: A moment alone on a balcony and being grateful that today is a new day
Warnings: A few swears, a kiss, not much tbh
Word Count: 1500
A/N: So, I took a break. But I'm back. Life has been hell and the only time I can find myself happy is when I'm writing. As always, likes, reblogs and feedback is always appreciated!
“I love you”
She knows that if she had heard those words yesterday, she would have been thrilled, and would have deemed it the best day ever. She would have been happy and smiling because he finally, finally said them. But today is not yesterday and things have changed.
“I wish you were saying those words because you mean them, and not because you're scared of me leaving.”
She grabs her bag from the chair beside her and makes her way to the door, refusing to turn back and look at him as he yells out her name. She makes it half way down the street before the tears start falling. She’s not necessarily sad at the circumstance, more angry that she let this go on for as long as it did. She’s caught him cheating more times than she can count, been stood up for dates and before today, never heard those three words leave his mouth in the almost year they’ve been together.
But none of that matters now, she’s left him for good and she won’t be going back.
The first thing she does when she gets home is grab everything that belonged to or reminded her of him and throws it into a box. Then, she grabs a bottle of wine and plops herself down on the couch to drink away her sorrows. She pulls out her phone and dials the only number worth remembering. It rings once, then twice, and she’s afraid he won’t answer, but halfway through the third ring the call connects.
She doesn’t leave him anytime to greet her, jumping straight to the point, “I finally fucking did it!”
He chuckles into the phone, “Finally had sex, did you?” He jokes.
“I’ll have you know that I am far past that milestone, Dami. I finally dumped my duche of a boyfriend!”
She hears him let out a string of yells, very enthusiastically telling her how happy he is to finally hear that. He, and even the rest of the band, have been telling her to do it for months now. Not that they didn’t like the guy in the beginning, but after he stood her up on her birthday and she came home to him in bed with someone else, they’d had enough.
“Well, this deserves a celebration. Dinner tonight, Vic will bring wine, Ethan and I can cook, Thomas can pick up a cake!”
She laughs at his enthusiasm, but agrees nonetheless.
After hanging up the phone she heads into her room to get ready. It’s just dinner with her friends, but she’s in the mood to look good tonight, so she grabs out one of her favourite dresses and a pair of flats. She’s ready and out the door in under an hour, stopping to pick up some fresh flowers before making her way to Damiano’s apartment.
It’s a nice evening, not too hot and not too cold, the sun at that perfect spot in the sky. She feels good, not at all like how she thought she’d feel. She loved him, but she’s not sure she was in love with him, and she’s glad that she feels no sorrow for closing that chapter in her life.
She arrives at his apartment, shooting him a text to buzz her in and when she enters she’s immediately wrapped in Victoria's arms. “Ah, amore! So good to see you! Come in, let’s drink!”
She giggles at the greeting, always loving how enthusiastic Victoria is when they see each other. She graciously accepts a glass from Thomas, downing the sweet wine in almost one sip. He chuckles at her actions and refills her glass before she has a chance to put it down. She hears the sound of dishes in the kitchen and makes her way over to the two boys cooking. “Buonasera. It smells wonderful in here.”
She hops up on one of the counters, placing her glass beside her, and is met with a round of protests, “Counters are for glasses, not asses miss!” Ethan yells at her.
She giggles but stays put, pointing to her glass beside her, “Ah, but my glass is on the counter.”
He shoots her a glare, but she can see the laugh he’s trying to hide as he turns to continue cooking. Damiano comes to stand in between her legs, wrapping his arms around her in a comforting hug. “How are you mi amore? You okay?”
His voice has a hint of worry laced in it, but she nods her head. “It was a long time coming. I’d mentally done it, just hadn’t physically done it yet. I’ve felt single for months now, and he’s sure been acting like it for longer.”
Damiano moves so he’s standing beside her, keeping an arm wrapped around her shoulder, “Well, good riddance!”
She lets out a snort and the two boys begin to laugh, drawing the attention of the other two who walk into the kitchen a moment later.
The night flies by in a flurry of wine and laughter. They enjoy a lovely meal of pasta and chicken, the best salad she’s ever had and an array of cheeses and fruits. They catch each other up on all of the things that’s been going on in their personal lives, and a toast to new beginnings. Thomas brings out a lovely cake with the words “fuck romance” inscribed on top and they forgo dishing it out, everyone grabbing a fork and digging in.
It quickly turns into a drunken mess, Victoria tripping over Ethans legs and dropping cake into his hair. He in turn picks up some frosting and wipes it on her face. Thomas laughs and is met with a glob thrown at him. It’s utter chaos. She turns to get away before she can be brought into the food fight, but Damiano is quick to grab her around the waist and pull her back to the group, shoving a handful of the sweet dessert in her face.
Soon, they are all covered in frosting, giggling like mad men. The dining room is a mess and somehow there is pasta sticking to the walls, and when it’s pointed out they all burst into another fit of laughter. Ethan is quick to take on the roll of housekeeper, moving to the kitchen to collect the cleaning supplies. Victoria and Thomas follow him, clearing dishes and whipping down the walls. Damiano lets them be, knowing they’ll return his apartment to its previous state.
She watches for a moment, before disappearing down the hall to steal a quick shower, not wanting to walk home with frosting crusted in her hair. When she immerges, everything is back to the way it was when she arrived, but the rest of the band is missing. Damiano is lounging out on the balcony, a cigarette between his lips and a coffee beside him.
“Hey,” she says quietly.
“Hey. Wondered where you snuck off to.”
She smiles shyly, taking a seat beside him. “Wanted to rinse the cake out of my hair before I walked home.”
He nods at her, returning to taking small drags from his cigarette. He offers it to her and she graciously accepts it, letting the smoke envelope her lungs in a warm hug. She sighs into the night, knowing she should go home but not wanting to leave. He turns to look at her and it’s like he’s seeing her in a new light.
He’s always felt something towards the young girl, ever since they met back in school, but now it feels different. There’s a feeling brewing in his chest, something he can’t quite place. She turns to look at him then, catching him in his staring act. “What’s going on in that head of yours, Dami?”
“Too many things.”
She nods, knowing exactly what he means. Her head is filled with thoughts, too. There’s a cool breeze that floats around them, raising goosebumps on her arms. Damiano notices and moves to wrap his arms around her, rubbing his hands along her bare arms. They stand like that for a moment, his head buried in her neck, arms wrapped around her.
She’s sure he can hear the beating of her heart, a rapid thumping in her chest. She hasn’t been this close to him in a while, not with the freedom she has now. Ever so slowly, she turns around in his arms until she’s face-to-face with him. Their eyes lock and he leans his forehead down to be touching hers.It would only take a breath for her to be kissing him. Before the thought has even fully crossed her mind, he’s leaning in.
A soft brush of lips, a shot of electricity shooting through her at the contact. He pulls away first, one hand tangled in her hair, the other resting on her hip.
“I love you,” He whispers, and she’s never been more thankful that today isn’t yesterday.
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IWBYS music video | interpretation - pt7
«Everyone takes the limits of his own vision for the limits of the world.»― A. Schopenhauer
First of all, this is my personal interpretation. I’m not in the director/band minds so these are just the associations I made while watching the video.
Secondly, English is not my native language so... sorry for any mistakes.
« Sex in every form and from every angle[..]» This is what the band wrote when they presented IWBYS and they seems to have used the freedom ( from a technical POV ) music videos allow to visually translate the message, playing with ...
➤ CAMERA ANGLES :
the close ups help creating a connection with the viewers, while the choice to film almost everything at eye level conveys the feeling of being ‘within the scene'.
The glass floor shots,on the other end, create the illusion of being beneath them, as if they 'looking down at us'.
➤ SETS :
the black background makes the subjects stand out, putting the focus on them while also giving the impression of an indefinite space, as being in a limbo ; the light background in the glass floor scenes gives the opposite feeling - they seems to be in an open space with nothing but air all around them. Free. 
➤ LIGHTINING :
chiaroscuro, neon lightining in various combinations (including complementary colors) = different kind of 'contrasts'.
➤ COLORS :
vibrant tones, pastels, bold pairings ( ie pink and black) and a lot of red ( as little details or props, to illuminate their faces, as a set backdrop...) - the color of love and burning desire but also anger and danger.
➤ EFFECTS :
- the night vision camera gives the scenes a 'nightmarish' vibe that goes well with the growing sense of ‘urgency’ expressed in the song.
- the fish lenses are used to play with POVs - one moment we are the ones looking, in the other it seems they are watching us. And then, for a brief moment, there is not us or them anymore because, using the double lenses, they make us look through "Damiano’s eyes".
- the rewind underlines the concept of a repeating cycle, a loop they’re trapped in.
[1.] The only limit is an ‘invisible’ one and they start pressing against it, hitting it. An invite, maybe, to “break the glass ceiling”- nothing but our mind can stop us to be up there with them.
[2.] It’s like we are seeing what's deep down and how these mounting emotions linger there in the dark until we stop being scared/fighting and unleash them (= them playing with total abandon). We can see it as ‘liberation’ or as 'falling’… or both.
[3.] The band inside the lens, illuminated in red, reminded me of those led lights on cameras (think HAL 9000 from ‘2001:A Space Odissey’). They could be the ones on the opposite end of the ‘eye’ that the same band, while lying on the floor all ‘innocent’ looking, notice at the beginning of the video. As if they are watching themselves - in a loop inside the loop.
[4.] little tidbits about the 'making of':
-- they had two versions of the video ready in case Youtube decided to censor the one they published. The ‘clean’ one was called the "disney version".
-- the idea behind the video was to use a series of images to represent the variety of sex. The director had a group chat with the band (and the team) where they shared ideas to add to a general ‘moodboard’ and, according to him, the more active and propositive was Victoria.
-- the director said that he didn’t give specific instructions to Damiano while filming and so, what we see, is all him following his instinct. Also he revealed that, during the editing, everytime he had doubts of what to add, he looked into his scenes knowing he’d find something interesting.
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