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I was wondering if you were gonna still post the continuation of that Elippo fic ? No pressure / not trying to rush , just wanna make sure I don’t miss it if you’re still planning on posting it
I know! We had some minor delays on account of studying and life, but here go with the continuation of THIS ELIPPO FIC.
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Filippo feels…
Well Filippo doesn’t really know if he’s felt much of anything recently.
The first week– when Elia left him alone in his apartment with a half-eaten, meticulously chosen meal and a half-empty bottle of wine– is kind of a blur.
He and Elia had been apart for longer than a week when they were whatever. Granted, not much recently, but one week wasn’t such a stress. But then the next week hit and Filippo just felt weird. Like he’d see something in the park or hear a funny joke and his thumb would immediately flit to Elia’s contact icon to…
To what? Tell him? Let him know that he was thinking about him? To want to share bits of his day with him?
Whatever it was, he couldn’t do that anymore. Which was… whatever. It was fine– it was–it was Elia’s choice because he wanted more than Filippo was willing to give.
It was fine.
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