Call Me By Your Name 2.0

Chapter 17

My first love had carved a deep wound in my skin when he left me, and the wound wouldn't heal. It was winter now, its around this time of the year when mommy and daddy look for our summer guest. I never had any interest in this, but this year I was specially repelled by the idea of a guest comming to our house in summer. Still, mommy made me help her read the letters from the suitors while daddy had gone to run some errands by himself. Then, the phone rang. It was me who went to pick it up since I really didn't feel like reading the letters from these people who were trying to substitute Oliver.

"Hello?" I said.

"Elio? It's me," wispered a familiar voice.

"Oliver?" I ghasped. My heart stopped, my sweat turned cold.

"Don't call me Oliver, your mum can't know that I'm talking to you, call me by your name instead." 

"Umm.. okay? What's going on, Elio?" I asked

"I needed to talk to you, there's many things I need to tell you, many confessions." I didn't like the sound of that. "First of all, I want to start with a blank page now that I've left who used to be my wife." I didn't even know he used to be married, I really didn't know Oliver at all. "You weren't my only lover this summer. Obviously, you know about Anna, but there were other people."

"Please don't tell me you also slept with mommy, Elio" I pleaded.

"I fucked Marzia."

"Oh... I mean... I don't really care much about her." I was releaved, but still felt a bit betrayed.

"Also, I think I should be the one to tell you that I'm getting married before you hear it from someone else"

"To Anna," I assumed.

"No... not to Anna," I heard him take a deep breath, it sounded robotic through the phone. "I'm going to marry your dad." I froze, my head turned to mommy  who, oblivious, was sitting in the kitchen reading all those letters, humming to herself. "He was also my lover this summer. That's everything I wanted to say. I'm sorry if I hurt you, trust me when I say that you meant a lot to me too, but you were too young. It would have never worked. Your father though... he is a REAL MAN." Oliver hung up. I was in shock, still with the phone to my ear, I could only listen to the static from the empty phone. I slowly placed the phone down, that's when I heard sobs. This time they weren't from me. I looked across to the kitchen, where mommy was sitting. Her face was all red and her eyes were wide open, tears falling from them like a waterfall. She was clutching a letter between her hands, staring at it intensly. I ran to her and held one of her shaky hands. I looked at the letter in her hands. It was a very extense letter written in daddy's handwriting explaining everything. 

I took the letter from her hand and placed it upside down on the table, then I helped her into bed and tuck her in, waited until she fell asleep and then walked back to the kitchen. The letter was still there, contemplative. I sat in front of it, thinking what to do with that paper. I folded it and placed it in my pocket, then entered the living room and lit the fireplace. I took the paper out of my pocket again and unfolded it. Finally, I left it in the fire and observed how the fire consumed it. There were no tears this time. Once it had turned to ashes I stood up and grabbed my jacket and a rope from the entrance. 

I opened the door to the outside and strolled to the into the woods, where all the peach trees grow. I choose a peach. This would be the last peach that I would ever fuck. While pleasuring myself I thought of everyone: Oliver, my cruel daddy, my poor mother... Soon I finished, still standing with my penis stuck in the peach I got a rope and tied a noose. I climed to a tall branch, naked from hips to feet with the exception of the peach, and tied the end of the rope around the arm of the tree. Then I placed the noose around my neck, looked at the fresh peaches around me, took a deep breath and jumped.