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I didn't think I'd ever come back here. As much as I wanted to, I never had the money or the time. I'd been focused on school work and my social life back home, that I almost forgot what it was like in northern Italy.
I've never missed anything more than my life here.
The house I remembered so well soon came into view. I sat on the edge of my seat staring out the window.
"We're here." My mom says as she comes to a stop.
I practically jump out of the car. Every muscle in my body told me to run straight to Elio, but I refrained trying not to be rude. My eyes scanned everywhere I could see, hoping to lay eyes on him.
I stretched and grabbed my things from the trunk, trying to play it cool.
"Hello!" I hear a raspy voice say. I hadn't heard him speak in forever. It gave me such a nostalgic feeling.
"Mr.Perlman!" I exclaimed pulling him into a hug and kissing his cheek.
"It's been too long. Elio's upstairs sleeping." He informs me.
"You still didn't tell him right?" I ask.
"No."
I smile and leave my things. As I walk up the stairs, memories of playing little games with Elio fill my mind.
I moved when I was 13. We haven't seen each other in 5 years. But, we still kept in touch. We called each other almost every day.
He even told me about Oliver. It's been a year since him, and Elio seems to be fully healed. He missed him of corse, but knew he would never be with him again.
I open the squeaky door to his room. Everything looked pretty much the same, besides there was more music and it was a little bit more messy.
Elio laid with no shirt, only shorts. He had changed a lot. He was still skinny. His ribs obviously visible. His hair was messy and curly. His face had slimmed down a lot and his jaw Line looked as if it could give you a paper cut.
Of course I had seen pictures, but they didn't do any justice to the view in front of me.
He's beautiful, I thought. He had always been beautiful, but this was different.
"Elio!" I say towering over him.
"Hmm." He hums.
"Elio Perlman!" I say louder.
He slowly flutters his eyes open stretching. He lets out an over dramatic yawn before finally looking up at me.
"Stella?!" He yells, jumping from his bed and into my arms. His wrap around my neck and mine around his back holding him up.
