(You’re Till)

There he was, laying limp on the ground with blood pouring out onto the wet, rainy platform of the Alien Stage stage. Blood stained Ivan’s clothes as he looked at Till with such longing. Till stood there, a dumbfounded expression on him. How couldn’t he have realized sooner? Maybe, just maybe, he could’ve given Ivan the salvation he wanted by returning his feelings, but now, it was too late. Maybe in another universe.

• Present Time

Till, Till, Till, Till, Tillll! Ivan shakes Till, who was resting his head against the table with his headphones on. What…? Till grumbles from being woken up Our team won, again! Ivan grins, clearly excited with his victory. Really? That’s great, now go. Till shoos Ivan away, continuing his nap. Ivan waits a bit before speaking up, Till? Are you asleep already? Ivan waits for a response before smiling softly, resting his head on the table too. Ivan gently plays with Till’s hair I wonder when you’ll start noticing my feelings for you… it doesn’t matter. I’ll wait no matter how long it takes.