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TEN MONTHS LATER!

MY FINGERS traced the sides of my mug, as I stared into the murky reflection of my afternoon coffee.

Saorise was sitting in front of me, poking at her croissant with a fork, but neither of us had our usual energy. Daya couldn't make it today, she had work, so it was just the two of us.

"How are you feeling?" She smiled softly, trying to spark up the conversation.

I could only muster a shrug, "not good."

After finding out Timothée would be playing Elio Perlman in Call Me By Your Name, I only had a few more days with him before he was shipped off to Crema. I was grateful he still called, but it was still hard.

"You're keeping up with the rent, right?" she asked, "if you need help covering his other half-"

"It's okay," I cut her off, "he still pays his part."

"Just let me know, alright? If you need anything, anything at all, I'm here."

"Thanks."

We were silent again, the sound of the cafe around us swallowing up our already nonexistent conversation. With every month that had passed by, I gradually stopped feeling as upbeat as I used to be. It wasn't that I was completely dependant on him, I just found myself waiting for something to happen. Waiting, and waiting, and waiting...

"At least he still calls you," Sersh added, "that's something."

I nodded, but I didn't entirely believe her. At least? I knew it was the most he could do, and it sucked. It completely sucked.

"You can just pick up the phone and listen to his voice," she continued, but I waved my hand and stopped her.

"Yeah, yeah," I mumbled, "it's just that... sometimes a voice can't make up for lost touch, you know?"

"I know."

"And I'm really, really, missing his touch."

I never really talked about it that much, but it would be nice to open up after a while. Especially to Saoirse. If anyone would understand, it would be her and Daya. And she was here.

She placed her hand on the table, pushing her mug off to the side so she could lean in.

"Just let it out," she urged, "tell me what's wrong, and we'll figure it out."

"It's not a big deal, it's really not-"

"Hey, hey, hey, if you feel like it's a big deal, then it is. The only one who can justify your feelings, is you. Just tell me."

I stared at her, letting out a sigh. She was right.

"I just feel lonely," I explained, "I go home to an empty bed, and an empty house, and it's hard because I don't know what the hell is happening out there in Italy and I want to trust him, I really do, but the last time I trusted someone..."

"They broke your heart," she finished for me.

With Timothée gone, I found my mind more susceptible to those memories. The ones from the past. The painful ones.

"But listen," Sersh continued, "Leo isn't Timothée."

"I know," I nodded, "I know, but it's just this fear."

"Being scared of something doesn't make it true. If you trust him, you can still be afraid, but you can also know that's all there is. Trust him."

"I do trust him."

"And trust me," she grinned, "because Daya and I will beat the crap out of him if anything bad happens."

I laughed, shaking my head. Whatever she said, it worked. I felt better than I had felt in weeks, and it was enlightening. We talked for longer, discussing anything we wanted. Daya and Tessa moving in together, Saorise thinking of dying her hair, and Adriana surprisingly getting engaged.

Soon it was already starting to become evening, and the two of us exited the shop, greeted by the cold New York breeze.

"I'll see you tomorrow," she said, giving me a hug, "get home safe."

"Of course."

"Bye."

"Bye," I smiled, turning to head down the other way.

I began to walk back to my apartment, my nose turning pink in the cold. I weaved in and out of the crowd, dragging my purse along with me. As soon as I reached my building, I grabbed my keys and made my way up to my floor. Sliding them into the lock, I took off my jacket and stumbled into the apartment.

Tossing it onto the coat rack, I let out a sigh and walked past the navy suitcase and into the kitchen.

Navy suitcase?

I stopped in my tracks, my heart beating. Turning around, I squinted my eyes at the bag, and sure enough, it was still there.

"Did you miss me?" A voice said, almost causing me to jump in fright.

I didn't need to turn around to know who it was. I smiled, the familiar warmth of the boy coming up from behind me and wrapping me into a hug. I melted into his arms, wishing I could stay there forever.

"You're back..." I mumbled, almost in disbelief.

He was finally back. Timothée was back.
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