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>Ivan
I opened my eyes late at night one evening from a nightmare... It was bazaar in a way.
The subject of my dream wasn't strange, as it was Till, the one who can do nothing but catch my attention. However, it was strange because of where it was...
It started off in a world of dystopia, and me, my best friend Mizi, Sua, and more importantly, Till, were all subject to a strange fate.
My pining for Till in this dream ran deeper than the real me. It was... strange in a way... I kept trying to show my real emotions for him.
I desperately tried to call to him; gestures, gifts, and.. violence..?
All in perhaps a way to get his eyes to notice me, only for his eyes to continue to look at Mizi, Just like this reality.
Later on in this dream, I watched people die for losing some sick singing battle which seemed like a joke... A sick one at that..
Sua died infront of Mizi, while some aliens in the crowd laughed.
I had to compete against a friend of mine, Marty, who also died to having an "inferior" skill set.
And then I had to compete against my one and only tragic love, Till..
At the end of the dream, if it wasn't a nightmare already, it soon turned into one.
The final round I did, it was cold, and dark, and I sung against him.
But I wanted Till to win...
As I sang one final note, rain started falling from above making it even more dramatic.
In one drastic attempt to show my emotions one last time, I walked over to Till and kissed him.
And then I was shot dead..?
Do my feelings run so deep for Till that I dreamt about him..? What kind of sad sad life am I living in? It stings, but I can't become like who I was in that nightmare...
Although I'm not in some insane, cruel "Alien Stage of Humans Gacha Life Singing Battle" esc story,
I can't let my emotions get to me to such an extreme... So I must find a way to tell him so he realizes--
Scratch that.