Triangles

Triangles

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I looked out to the ocean and at all its beauty, going on endlessly. It was so majestic, like a living force that you simply had to respect. At that very second, I stubbed my pinky toe, totally and completely destroying the sentimental moment. I grumbled and looked down through the clear shallow water to find the murderer of my toe's future. Instead I found myself fixated on a spiraling seashell, with a disorientating array of color and patterns. Before the next foamy wave could wash it away, I snatched it from the sand. The unique beauty took my breath away, just like the sea had. I wanted it for myself; to make this wonder of the world mine, and mine alone. Someone called my name, and I turned to see Lilian waving to get my attention. It was time to head back. I turned to look at the sea one more time, and then at the shell, and I decided that even abiotic wonders of the world deserve to be left together. This is the story of Lilian and Matthews. And how I intercepted their love.
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Eventually, his shoes stepped in front of mine, so close that his pointed brown toecap nearly touched the scuffed toes of my old vans. Old and new, coming together as if time and wear had never mattered at all. Perhaps if I stared at his shoes long enough, I could forget that his face was there at all and I would never have to say a word to him. I would never even have to look him in the eye. He would never look into mine and read right away that I hated him more than I had ever hated anyone else, but also that I loved him more than I had ever loved too. And that such a love made me willing to let go of all of my hatred, my resentment, for just a small dose of what I'd had before. If I could pour Oliver into a needle and shoot him straight into my veins, letting my eyes roll back into my head and reality slip away from me, laying in a delicious delusion, I would never want for a single other thing. *** Twenty years after their first encounter, Elio is learning to accept that he and Oliver will never be together. Now living in Dresden, teaching music, and in a relationship with someone new, his time with Oliver feels a world away. Except, it's not. Oliver comes crashing back into his life and Elio realises that he can never truly move on from the Summer in Northern Italy. So, he decides that, if he can't move on, then neither should Oliver.

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