♡ 3rd person ♡
《Translations are like this》
Elio had just begun to make his bed when his mamma had called him down stairs to the television area.
"Yes, mamma?" He asked, staring down at today's paper.
"Elio..." His mother began, pausing. "Elio, Oliver wanted to pay a visit this year." His mother stated, with a pained expression.
Elio's expression dropped. "No! I mean, non voglio che venga. 《I don't want him to come. I'd rather move out." He snapped.
"Elio! Oliver è un ragazzo molto simpatico e non hai motivo di allontanarlo!《Oliver is a very nice young man and you have no reason to push him away!》She shouted at her upset son.
Elio sighed in defeat. Ever since Oliver had told him he was engaged things just weren't the same. He knew the experience would be painful, and he didn't want Oliver to see his new trainwreck of a life.
"I'll think about it, va bene?"《Okay》Said Elio.
♡ Time skip to 10pm ♡
Elio sighed, slumping back into his bed.
There was no way he was going to see Oliver.
Even if it meant he had to move out.
Elio didn't care, what's his deal anyways? He has a beautiful fiancee, a wonderful home in a wealthy and loving community.
Why would he come here?
Elio couldn't tell you.
Because he didn't care.
Right?
