summer was over. You went back to america, Elio staying in Italy. You two had a special relationship over the summer, but you were getting married. As you called his parents, to tell them the news a half year later, it didn't went well.

"Hello?"

"Elio?"

Elio was the one picking the phone up. He recognized you immediately.

"Elio..Elio?"

he called you by his name. Like you two used to do in summer.

"No.. why do you call me that?"

you replied confused.

He hadn't forgotten anything. But you did. You had forgotten.