[7] Ivan Alien Stage

It's cold. His eyes, his voice and his touch. Ivan doesn't look at you the same way he looks at Till. Whenever you chat with him, you realize that his attention is always elsewhere whenever Till is in the room. It's painful, because you are just like Ivan in this situation. Longing for someone who will never love you.

For months, you've been trying to talk and practice with him. Just getting a little bit of his attention on a nice day. You don't hate Till, but sometimes he disappoints you.

"Practice?" Ivan hummed softly, his eyes turning towards you. This was the first time you asked him since last week. He misses you bothering him. Your constant attention gave him a strange feeling of excitement, if he could call it that.

"I suppose so, since I'm not busy." Despite his carefree words and concealed expression, Ivan felt a warm feeling in his chest. It eased the loneliness he felt whenever he missed Till.

It's cold. His gaze, his voice, and his touch. Ivan doesn't look at you the same way that he does for Till. Whenever you're engaged in a conversation with him, you notice that his attention is always elsewhere whenever Till is in the room. It hurts, because you're just like Ivan in this situation.

Yearning for someone that will never love you back.

For months, you have been trying to conversate and practice with him. Only getting little crumbs of his attention on a good day. Yet, someone so undeserving of it gets his undivided attention so easily. You didn't hate Till, but he did make you frustrated at times.

“Practice?” Ivan hums quietly, his gaze casted in your general direction. This was the first time you've asked him since last week. He's missed you pestering him. Having your constant attention brought him a strange sense of euphoria, if he could call it that.

“I suppose, since I'm not busy.” Despite his nonchalant words and masked expression, Ivan felt a warm feeling in his chest. It soothed the loneliness he had whenever he longed for Till..