I sit by the fireplace, crying, with headphones on, thinking about the call.

If he loved me, he wouldn't be getting married.

If he loved me, he would come and visit.

If he loved me, he wouldn't have a girlfriend.

There isn't a friend that I won't be bound to lose.

The years roll down my face like water falls, like the ones me and him seen.

"Frank?" I hear my mom call, I ignore her.

"Franco?"

"Frank!"

I finally turn around and look at her, I fake smile.

"You okay?" She asks sweetly.

"Yes." I mumbled.

"Well, dinners ready." She states, setting up the table.

I want him to look me in the face, hold my gaze, and call me by his name.

The End, for real this time.

(A/N Frank crying by the fireplace is a bad edit I made from the scene where Elio is crying in front of the fireplace. It's really bad.)