Endless days

Endless days

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Mon, May 10, 2021
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Romance
A summer in the idillic country side of Italy. Since the begginning of summer Emilio hopes it to end faster,but it changes as soon as Julian moves next door. As they begin to spend time togheter, a beutiful relationship blooms between the two seventeen year old boys. Even with Emilio's troubeled past he manage's to fall in love again. "You know, Emilio? Im still wondering why you want summer to end. That thought has been going trough my head for the past three weeks." Julian said as he looked at me. "If you asked me this question exactly a year ago i would know the answer." I sighed. "But now?" Julian asked. "Now? Now i don't want it to end, because now i have you besides me. The previous summer's i was alone, but now im not." I replied. 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧 : Hi, thanks for taking a small glimpse of the story, i'd be happy that you would read further of it. I am also planning on making a sequal of the story- basically telling about each character. Taking some glimpses of they're pasts and maybe futures-togheter or not togheter, i still don't know. I hope to finish the story and begin the sequal as soon as this is done. I hope you'll enjoy reading this story as much as i enjoy writting it.
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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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