That day Ivan died. He died thinking Till hated him, thinking that Till wouldn't care about his dead. But guess what?

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HE WAS DAMN WRONG.

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Till stood frozen in the stage. As they checked Ivan's pulse and took his corpse away ... Oh to just yell his name and run after him.

“ all because of me. ” Till whispered, looking at his blood dirtied hand.

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Ivan thought Till saw a man. A man who he hated. But in reality...?

He saw a child. A child of the slums. A child who always make sure to let him know he's loved.

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AND HE MISSED THAT FEELING.