Call Me By Your Name *Sequel*

Chapter One

Elio perched lightly at the edge of his bed, his eyes focusing on the floor. He strained his eyes, trying to ensure he wouldn't cry. The words still rung in his ears, he couldn't believe it. He thought back to last year - his father seemed so happy, so full of life. It felt surreal, his dad couldn't really be gone.
He'd sent himself to his room, he couldn't be around the others. His mother had insisted on being with him yesterday, after they'd seen Mr Perlman's life slip away before their eyes, she'd held him close as the two of them sobbed. He knew his dad wouldn't have wanted him to be upset though, he would've wanted him to stay happy, to pursue his dreams - just like he had.
His eyes began to feel heavy and he dropped back on his bed, falling into a light sleep. It was the only way he could escape this nightmare.

"Elio!" Mafalda banged his bedroom door loudly, "Elio!" Elio groaned, turning his back to the door, the morning sunshine blared through the light curtains, he didn't want to get up. "Elio, your mother wants to talk to you." She stepped into his bedroom, sighing.
"I don't want to go downstairs." He moans, rubbing his eyes.
"She insisted," Mafalda informed him, she made her way to his window, "it would be good for you to leave this room anyway, it's very stuffy in here." She pulled the curtains back, opening the window. He hadn't left the room for the past few days.
"Fine." Elio groaned, sliding out of bed. He pulled an old jumper from his desk and slipped it on. It revealed an old blue shirt which was folded underneath it. He swallowed audibly, the memory of Oliver reappearing in his mind, he pushed it back. He did not need to think about Oliver right now.
He slid into the chair opposite his mother at the dining table, it felt weird that there was only two of them.
"Elio," she smiled weakly, "you came down!" She added, slightly surprised. Elio shrugged,
"What did you want to talk about?" He asked.
"It's about your father's funeral," she sighed, "we've got the date, it's Saturday."
"Saturday?" Elio repeated, taken aback, "But that's tomorrow!"
"Yes," Annella nodded solemnly, "You know that the funerals take place quickly in our religion."
"Fine." Elio sighed, beginning to leave the table.
"Elio, wait," Annella called, "I'm not done." Reluctantly, Elio sat back down.
"What?" He asked.
"The guests," she started, "your father and I talked about this before he passed, and he was very adamant on who he wanted coming." Elio could almost guess where this was going, and he was dreading it. "He wanted Oliver to come." She told him calmly.
"Oliver?" Elio exclaimed, his mother nodded, "Why is Oliver coming?"
"Your father really liked Oliver," she replied, "We all did, including you." She paused, "What you two had was special and you cannot deny that."
"Shut up, mum!" Elio called, storming up to his bedroom.