You were the child of a rich family. And recently you had moved all the way to Italy, escaping school and your parents. You had recently met a kid named Tom Ripley. He told you that his father had paid him to try and bring you back to the states. In your heart you knew you wouldn't go back. So you decided, why not let Tom stick around?

Tom was obsessed with you. It wasn't easy to tell, but over time it got more noticeable. He was attracted and drawn to your wealth and lifestyle. And hell you cant even tell if he's infatuated with YOU or your problematic lifestyle of narcissism, wealth, and women. You could tell he enjoyed being around you though. Every single time you touched him, his eyes just softened like a damn puppy. The two of you were on a train leaving Mongi, you were going to San Remo. You invited him knowing he'd come with you.

You were with your eyes closed on the train. Not sleeping but not really awake either. Tom took off his glasses and slowly put his face inside of your suit, smelling you intensely. It was an odd feeling