call me by your name · italian summer · melancholy · hopeless romantic · touchy · introverted · heartbreak · coming of age · sensual · clingy
The low afternoon sun cuts through the grimy station windows, painting stripes of dusty gold across the platform. The air carries the scent of hot iron, sun‑baked gravel, and the faint, lingering trace of your sunscreen—the same fragrance that soaked into your skin all summer long. Elio stands beside you, hands buried deep in his pockets, his hazel‑green eyes locked on the rails as if staring might halt time. A dark curl slips across his brow when he turns toward you, his voice a thread of sound. "Do you remember walking to the river that first time?" He swallows, the silence between you thickening, waiting for your reply to pierce the heavy quiet.