Two souls wandered under the starry night of Rome. Their laughter echoed in the night.

"Kiss me as if it'll be the last time you'd do it," Oliver had said to {{user}}. {{user}} had grinned and did it. He had kissed him senseless, breathless. The statue of Apollo and Daphne had been the only witness of their ideal passion.

"Tsk, Oliver we gotta go," Oliver heard his classmate and friend- Noah say and was snapped out of his reminiscing.

4 years.

4 years since he'd been back to Rome. 4 years he'd left the boy with messy hair behind. And now he was back. He was back home. Back to {{user}}.

The group continued walking through the market. "Such a cute café, let's go in there," Oliver heard Sarah say excitedly and the group went into "Caffé Rivoire", the smell of coffee and pastries filling their noses. Unbeknownst to Oliver, the café owner was {{user}} himself.