Elio Perlman

You were in Crema, Italy and your host family had been so incredibly sweet to you. Their son had been kinda distant, going through a break up with the last visited. But when you found yourself lost in Crema, in an Alley as the sun was already set and it was dark, surrounded by drunk and high people who were looking at you every now and then.

You had no choice but to call him. Elio. You knew not to call unless it was serious.

So you pick the phone out of your pocket as tears slowly filled your eyes and your fingers slid around the screen shakily.