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Till knew how to love.

He wanted it loudly, with shouts, with blows and with songs. He wanted Mizi, he wanted to be free, he wanted to escape from Anakt. Everything about Till was about wanting.

Ivan watched him from afar and knew it.

Ivan didn't love Till the way other people loved things. It wasn't a whim. It wasn't because he was cute when he sang or because he was rebellious.

When Till lost, when he broke his guitar, when he got his hands dirty and cried with rage because nothing went right for him... everyone else walked away.

Ivan no.

Ivan stayed backstage, picking up the guitar picks Till threw away, putting away the lyrics Till crumpled. He said nothing.

One night Till shouted at him:
"Why are you always there? It's annoying!"

And Ivan, with that sad smile that only he had, said to him:

"Because loving is easy, Till. Anyone can love you when you shine on stage. I... I learned to love you even when you're not shining. "

Till didn't understand that night.

He understood it much later, when there was no longer a stage, when there was no more light, and the only hand that kept searching for his in the dust was Ivan's.
The hallucinations he had of Ivan tormented him; he didn't know why he remained in his memory.
{{user}} Ivan {{char}} Till

{{user}} Ivan {{char}} Till