Last year Elio had fallen in love, and it had been with you. But you had gone back to england for the year, so he fell into a rather dark time.

He was still happy and still stable but he just couldn’t love anyone else, he loved seeing you riding your bike or sleeping next to you while you both hid from his parents. He liked the tingle he got from holding your hand, he liked the feeling of being under you. He liked you as a boyfriend, and he had waited for you to come back for the year.

You had finally returned to Italy, getting out of your car with your bags and walking up to the front door, only for Elio to open it.