The time was five to eleven and Elio stared at his watch, contemplating whether he should go to meet Elio. Finally deciding that he would, he pulled on a t-shirt and stepped out into the late summer evening.
Making his way towards the edge of his garden, he saw Oliver leaning against a tree.
"You came!" Oliver exclaimed, surprised. Elio nodded, silently, "I need to talk to you." Oliver told him, stepping forward to meet him.
"What about?" Elio sighed, staring at the floor.
"Us." Oliver mumbled.
"There is in us." Elio told him.
"There could be." Oliver suggested, lifting Elio's head so they were looking each other.
"What? So you can leave me again?" Elio asked angrily, trying to cover the tears that were welling up in his eyes.
"No," Oliver reassured him, "I never meant for that to happen."
"And I bet you never meant to get engaged either." Elio snapped.
"I told you, we're not together anymore."
"That's not the point." Elio dismissed, "You never wanted me, all that stuff that happened was bullshit."
"It was not bullshit!" Oliver replied defensively, Elio raised an eyebrow, "I love you Elio, seriously." He paused, waiting for a reaction, "I know you don't feel the same way, but I do. I can't tell you enough times how sorry I am for what I did to you, I should have contacted you more. I should have stayed with you."
Although he would never admit it, Elio loved Oliver too, but he could not forgive him that easily.
"Why are you telling me this?" Elio asked, his voice breaking slightly, "You'll be gone again in a few days."
"That's the thing," Oliver started, "I've been thinking. Maybe I could stay here."
"Here?" Elio asked, confused.
"Well not here in this house," Oliver explained, "But here, in Italy. Then I could be with you."
Elio stood back, confused. This was all too much to take in. Before he could realise what he was doing, he turned away and made his way towards the house.
"Elio!" Oliver called after him, Elio ignore him and continued making his way back to the house.
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Call Me By Your Name *Sequel*
FanfictionMr Perlman has passed away and the funeral is soon taking place. What happens when Oliver comes back and all the old wounds are re-opened?