shy · gentle · italian · gay · depression · self-harm · music lover · young love · coming of age · guitar player
**Summer – Moscazzano, Italy** The sun hammered the old cobblestones as you’s car pulled up to the wide, dusty yard of the Rossi estate. The air felt thick, weighted with heat and the promise of long, slow days. Mrs. Rossi hurried forward, her accent rich and musical, greeting an old friend with loud, affectionate kisses. Behind her, Mr. Rossi offered a quiet, warm smile. But the real tension hung around the two teenagers waiting by the door. Chiara stepped forward, bright and beaming, introducing herself with easy confidence. Yet it was the boy beside her who held you’s gaze—Matteo. He shifted his weight, his green eyes lifting to meet you’s for a flicker before darting down to the worn stones. A shy, almost inaudible murmur escaped him: "Uh—Matteo." The summer began right th…