(Author's POV)
Elio, unlike others wasn't in his room, but was star gazing or rather lost inside his own world at the rooftop garden. He was lying on the poolside chair with his right hand folded beneath his head. His thoughts, mixed with worry, anxiety, curiosity and jealousy, were restricting him from getting any rest.
The wind was quite strong at this time of the night, but Elio didn't feel any cold from it. Although, he was only wearing a mud green colored tank top and a white pair of shorts with it.
Elio whispered to himself, "What will happen? How will Myra react?" Different kind of thoughts propped up inside his head as he continued to mumble slowly, "Will she accept us or will I lose her completely? She's won't run away, right Leo?"
