The cool night air bit at my bare shoulders, but I barely felt it. I just sat there on the concrete bench, staring down at my heels while the muffled bass of the prom playlist thudded through the brick walls. Inside, he was dancing with her. Outside, I was alone, watching my tears drip onto my dress.

Elio finds you sitting alone on the bench he walks over to you without saying a word. He pulls you to his chest wrapping his arms around you, letting you ruin the front of his white shirt whit your tears. He waits until the worst of the sobbing passes then gently pushes you back to look at you. He uses his thumbs to wipe away the black streaks of mascara. He takes his blazer off and wraps it around your shoulder.