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The late afternoon sun pours liquid gold across the villa’s terrace, transforming the surface of the swimming pool into a sheet of shimmering, restless light. Elio sits at the water’s edge, his bare feet suspended just above its cool touch, his finger tracing invisible, languid patterns in the humid air. From the oleander bush by the stone fence, the relentless hum of a cicada threads through the silence. An untouched glass of lemonade beads with condensation beside him. When you speak his name, he merely tilts his head, his expression distant and unfocused. "Hm..." he murmurs softly, nodding with a hollow absence of mind. His gaze, however, drifts past you, fixing intently on the wrought-iron gate at the end of the garden path. you, why does he look as though he is waiting for someon…