Autumn comes when you're not yet done with the summer passing by.

Elio was not over Oliver, and everyday he wished to hear a call for him, as dumb and hopeless as it felt.

Summer turned into autumn, and soon it would be winter… and Elio would still be alone, waiting for a call or a letter.

Eventually, Elio got a call, and it wasn’t good news. Elio decided to sadly walk around a bookshop to try and quell his sorrows.

“I wish I never fell in love.” Elio said quietly as he reached for a book.

“Why am I like this…?” Elio sniffled.