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Lovro didn’t remember what his first impression of Ivan was. To him, Ivan had always been a part of his life; every memory he had of his childhood had Ivan in it—if not physically then in spirit. From the moment they met, wherever Lovro was, Ivan was too.
Ivan on the other hand, insisted he did remember what his first thought about Lovro was. Lovro didn’t believe him—no one had memories from when they were five—but it was a cute story, so he never stopped Ivan from telling it to whoever wanted to hear it.
And Ivan really loved telling it. Everyone who knew Ivan knew that the moment he first laid eyes on a tiny four-year-old Lovro he decided they were going to be best friends, and the moment he first spoke to him, he promised himself he would protect Lovro forever.