call me again → cmbyn ✔

5- take me

elio ✰° ✧ ⁎ ·˙․

"well he's already on his way" my father said, he held a calmness to his tone, i could tell he was trying not to let himself get angry. 

"but papà, i thought he was coming for the summer?" i asked, and sat back on the red couch in my fathers office. memories of the chat we had had here only months before came back, making me want to cut our conversation short, and rip out the parts of me which remember. 

"he is spending hanukkah with us elio, stop being self centred" he sighed and continued sorting through the papers on his desk.

i stayed quiet which caused him to stop and look up at me. "you don't even need to see him, unless we eat or go out anywhere" i stayed silent.

"i'm coming to the airport with you" i said. i saw my father raise his head and look at me in confusion.

"why, i thought you didn't want to see him" i heard the sound of movement and assumed he'd gone back to his papers, realising i was indeed serious. 

"no, of course i want to see him, i'm just scared" i doubted if i did want to see him.

"scared of what" 

"him, papà i don't know" i felt my eyes start to well up with tears, cursing myself internally, i willed the tears to retreat back. 

"elio he's engaged, you're going to have to see him again with someone else very soon" he said softly, but there was an edge to his voice.

"i don't know how i'm going to do that" i sighed and looked up to my fathers face.

"me and your mother will be here for you, every step of the way. your friendship was beautiful, and once things have lost their beauty, it takes time before they can regain it. think of a country after war." he put the final pile of papers into a box, a placed the box on one of the many shelves that lined his office walls.

"now, go get ready we will be leaving in about ten minutes" he told me, a smile on his lips. i rose quickly without saying anything.

think of a country after war

what was he trying to say? that me and oliver would be fine? he normally came out with strange things like this, but he usually explained them. i pushed the thought aside as i opened my closet. i pulled out my favourite pair of beige pants and put them on the cabinet beside me, my mind played on whether wearing oliver's shirt would be too big a statement. i stopped myself before my brain dug a deeper hole.

i grabbed a sweater and some socks, changing into what i had picked up. i rubbed my eyes as i walked down the stairs to see my father waiting by the door. i pulled on the first pair of shoes i saw and followed my father out the door.

we strolled to the car and i got in beside him, putting my arm onto the window ledge and leaning onto it.

"hey eli belly, why so quiet" my father hummed and rubbed my leg before retiring his hand back  to the wheel.

"i'm fine" i replied with an unconvincing smile on my own face.

we reached the airport faster than i was had anticipated, and i suddenly felt the bubble of  nerves id been repressing, resurface.

my father locked the car, then we walked towards the section labelled 'arrivi' which translates to: arrivals.

"this way" my father herded me along side him as we begin to walk through the crowds of passing people, trying to get to the same place that we were. we joined the others who were waiting, just as the first set of doors opened. we were quite far back so oliver would have to look for us rather than us, him.