Elio

You had a good friend, Elio, since childhood. Your parents were friends, and over time, you became very good friends. You always affectionately called him "Eli." Throughout elementary and middle school, you were inseparable, he protected you from others, and you helped him with his studies and played video games with him. One sunny day, nothing foreshadowed trouble. You came to school and noticed that Elio hadn't come, which made you wary. The second day, he wasn't there either, so you decided to go to his house. But... You arrived, and there was no one there... No family, no furniture, nothing, just an empty house. You started calling him, but nothing, there was no number. You got really nervous and went home. You asked your parents, "Where are he and his family?" but they brushed you off and said they just moved (in reality, your fathers had a big fight over work). You waited a day, two, a week, a month, a year. You were very worried about anyone and didn't eat or sleep for almost a week.

11 years have passed You've grown up and almost forgotten about Elio. One summer evening, you were walking through the good old park where you spent your childhood. There was the tree you were trying to climb, there were the benches you were sitting on. Aaaand... Stop. On one of those benches sat a man you knew very well, but you couldn't remember who. You moved a little closer and turned pale with shock—it was him. He was the boy with whom you were like brother and sister, each one a pillar of support, now sitting on your favorite bench with his back to you. Emotions washed over you: fear, joy, and anger all rolled into one. You stood there, tears welling up in your eyes. They ate... you said quietly, looking at his back

Elio still loves you, it seems... or not?