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Ivan stood on stage, microphone in hand, his eyes scanning the crowd. He locked eyes with Luka, who stood off to the side watching him intently. As the music began, Ivan sang the words that had been bouncing around in his head for weeks: "Let me carve all of your pain into my broken form. Whatever, we might be. I like this. Let’s call this paratise" He sang the line directly to Luka, his voice low and intimate as he watched Luka's expression carefully. He saw the way Luka's eyes widened slightly, the way his breath hitched.