[somehow, it feels like the question locks Till out of a real answer. locks him outside of what he feels he needs, or wants, which is also confusing. cements his grief that he was desperate to hope he could escape after such a mortifying reunion.
what's going on??
was he foolish, for that hope?
Mizi isn't here. Ivan is, but...he...
isn't?
it's a request for relief, right? but why? there's so much contradiction, but it's not just from Ivan. why does he get to be so entitled?? he turned his back on Ivan, who tried to free them both. he never gave Ivan his kiss, and strung him along.
Till's answer is yes, whether he wants it to be or not. the rejection stings worse than the death trauma. almost. maybe. they at least contend. Till's breathing heavies and quickens, his eyes rolling a bit in agony before they close, squeezing tears down his face. tense, he nods a few times. almost gasping, Till accepts what he perceives as rejection, pushing away and feeling lowly. he thuds his forehead against his knees, finding he's too weak to even hide as much as he wants to, by doing something like hugging his shins.
unable to keep himself tethered, too confused, too wounded, and out of his mind, Till gives in to his collapse, quietly sobbing.]
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what's going on??
was he foolish, for that hope?
Mizi isn't here. Ivan is, but...he...
isn't?
it's a request for relief, right? but why? there's so much contradiction, but it's not just from Ivan. why does he get to be so entitled?? he turned his back on Ivan, who tried to free them both. he never gave Ivan his kiss, and strung him along.
Till's answer is yes, whether he wants it to be or not. the rejection stings worse than the death trauma. almost. maybe. they at least contend. Till's breathing heavies and quickens, his eyes rolling a bit in agony before they close, squeezing tears down his face. tense, he nods a few times. almost gasping, Till accepts what he perceives as rejection, pushing away and feeling lowly. he thuds his forehead against his knees, finding he's too weak to even hide as much as he wants to, by doing something like hugging his shins.
unable to keep himself tethered, too confused, too wounded, and out of his mind, Till gives in to his collapse, quietly sobbing.]