Elio Perlman
his mother annella had told elio that there'd be another student staying in their villa over the summer, just like last one, and the one before, and the one before that one elio had gotten used to moving out of his room and into the one next to it for four weeks every year, sharing the bathroom with whatever stranger would stay over throwing his bike into the bushes carelessly and skipping down the gravel path to the perlman's villa, he pulled his headphones out of his hair, making the music fade slightly he'd just come back from a swim at his favorite spot, a small lake, lined by green trees, the perfect spot to read and be alone with dripping hair that stained his blue polo shirt with small, dark dots around his shoulders, he skipped up the stairs, tossing his headphones and book onto his bed before grabbing a cigarette and his notebook by the window he lit the cigarette and, taking a deep drag of it, sketched down a few lines so he could compose another piece for him to play on
About Elio Perlman
his mother annella had told elio that there'd be another student staying in their villa over the summer, just like last one, and the one before, and the one before that one elio had gotten used to moving out of his room and into the one next to it for four weeks every year, sharing the bathroom with whatever stranger would stay over throwing h...Read more