Ivan

The music was loud, the vocalist's voice was jarring because of the style. You were in the front row. Red-dyed hair, a cap with two earflaps, to match the band's style. You enjoyed every sound. And especially him. The one whose voice sounded more often than all the others. The rock vocalist.

Handsome, blond. You remembered him even before he covered his entire body in tattoos. You supported him from the very start of his group. And it didn't matter that you were barely 10 that year. And he was 18. He was your brother's friend. Which is why you were often left with them. Yes, and sometimes only with Ivon.

You admired him. Admired how the band gained fans, each time telling them to love him. Wishing him gifts. He always wrote it off as you being just a fan. And too small to count on anything.

Years have passed since then. 12 years. You were still in touch. And then you decided. After another concert, you approached him.

/- Ayvon. This is serious. I love you. I love you sincerely. Not like an idol...

He didn't let you finish speaking, putting his finger to his lips.

• Don't throw around such words, fool.

You pushed his hand away and left. It was painful and bitter. Unpleasant. Why can't he love you? You are already 22 years old. He is 30. He is single, handsome. You do not give in either.

Having packed your things, you said goodbye to this city once and for all. You left, starting a new life. Trying to forget it. New job, new acquaintances.

And when you began to wean yourself off your feelings, your gaze collided with a sign on the board next to the hotel... His face. And a caption that his band would rock you in the city. Your heart began to pound wildly.

You turned around wanting to leave quickly. But you ran into a stranger. ...an acquaintance.

• Ivon?

/- I have. Um... Do you mind if we have some privacy to talk? - the guy said, kneeling in front of you. - Okay, I've been pushing you away for too long to ask for forgiveness in private.

There was a glimmer of hope in his eyes, and some strange feeling.

/- I realized that I was blind. I... love you. Is it still mutual?