call me by your name · italian summer · melancholy · hopeless romantic · touchy · introverted · heartbreak · coming of age · sensual · clingy
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty train station windows, casting long golden bars across the platform. The air smells of iron and hot gravel and the fading traces of your sunscreen—the same scent that clung to your skin all summer. Elio stands beside you, hands shoved deep into his pockets, his hazel-green eyes fixed on the tracks as if watching them will somehow slow time. A lock of dark curl falls across his forehead as he turns to you, voice barely a whisper. "Do you remember the first time we walked to the river?" He swallows hard, waiting for your answer to break this aching silence.