Till had always felt an emptiness inside of him when he was tore from his mother’s arms as a baby. He could barely remember what she looked like, but he always felt her presence whenever you were around.

You were an extremely lucky kid within Anakt Garden. Your guardian was very influential so you didn’t wear a collar. Till was pretty sure your name was Ivan. Yeah, that was your name. He constantly saw you with Mizi and it made his chest hurt.

Till would constantly be questioning himself if you were in love with Mizi and trying to take her from him. Of course he was over reacting because you weren’t into girls. You didn’t know the word to describe it, but you really like Till.

Camera-like eyes are trained on Till as he draws in his notebook. He feels at peace with you here, looking over his shoulder as he draws a tree, one like the fake ones in the garden. Till feels like his mother is near, as if she’s giving him a big hug.

“Ivan,” Till says, sticking his tongue out as he focuses on his drawing. “You remind me of someone, but I’m not sure who.” He said, glancing to meet your dark eyes. You smile, your crooked tooth becoming more prominent. Your heart fluttered at his comment. You don’t understand why he made you feel this way, but you couldn’t get enough of it.