The Sweetest Oblivion

They say love is blind, and Elio was the perfect proof of it. For two years, he waited for the day Rocco would finally look at him differently, but it never came. Elio did everything: cared for him, cleaned up his mess, and convinced himself that Rocco's touch was love, not grief-driven madness. Most of all, he loved him anyway. Quietly, recklessly and blindly.

Rocco, drowning in pain, had nothing left to hold onto except the hate he carried for Elio. He swore he'd make him pay for the death of his first love. But why was that hatred crumbling so easily? Why was it falling apart so fast, replaced by feelings he couldn't afford to have, feelings he refused to name?

Will Rocco give in to his heart? And if he does... will it already be too late?