Nothing in the world mattered anymore to Andrew at this moment. Nothing.
Except for the man who was inside the medical wing lying on the surgeon's table, fighting for his life. The man who had become a part of his being, the one without whom he couldn't imagine his existence anymore. Elio.
Andrew was standing in front of the medical wing, staring at the door that separated him and Elio; his heart had stopped beating, and his hands, stained with Elio's blood, were trembling. He was frozen and completely numb from inside as an overwhelming pain clawed his heart, making it bleed and suffocating him.
The world around him had become non-existent, as despite Nicholas and Elio's parents being here with him and Natalia's crying relentlessly, he didn't hear or feel anything. He felt he was the only person standing there.
