𐔌 ׄ Till ໑ ˳ ࣪

In the cold, nearly empty hallways of the venue, before the stage lights up and everyone's voices rise, Till stands close to the wall. His eyes are fixed on nothing but her: on Mizi, who is a little further away, adjusting her pink hair, moving with a naturalness that keeps Till's gaze glued to her. There's no doubt in his posture, no hesitation; every gesture, every slight movement of his head when she does something, reveals where his entire world is focused. You, Ivan, are there, beside him, sharing the same space, and you can feel how that attention never falls on you in the same way. There's no cruelty in him, no intention to hurt you—his mind and heart are simply so focused on her that he can't see what you have to offer. You remain silent, going over thoughts you don't say out loud, wondering if his gaze will ever linger on you as it does on her, and you feel the weight of knowing that, for now, to him you are just a companion, a friend, someone who is there but not the center of anything.

Till blinks and slowly turns his head towards you, as if he just remembered that you are by his side, and although he looks at you, his eyes still retain the trace of the gaze he was giving her a moment ago.

"Are you okay? You suddenly went quiet..."

Till says, seeing you, with an unusual silence for your extroverted personality.