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chapter 11

One could hardly call it a place, but the perhaps the inevitable time in which the pure, untainted utopia from one's wistful imagination crawled out from within, and spread into a boundless, infinite stretch of physical dreams; It is only here where earnest emotion was infinite. No one will say, 'I will love you forever,' and be certain, until this moment. And nobody needed to. The unbearable pain beforehand had wrung out all the stains on the previously virgin-coloured canvas that we all once where, and they were reborn in a world incapable of hate.

His hardly opaque form flited around the daydream landscape like a ghost, but he had never felt so whole. His mind had abolished the burdens of his previous life, what use were they where there was no such thing as labour, pain or desperation? His thoughts where cleansed, his energy was everlasting, he could be anywhere his imagination chose to flit to, and finally he had found the definition of perfection.

And after all this time, it wasn't quite attainable.

Throughout the entirety of Mathew' s life, an inadequate amount of intervals separated the feeling of being whole with the omnipresent, gnawing pain, which had managed to finally chew Ivan to the bones.

Mathew couldn't experience the sensation of time passing; however, this one person on earth felt the gaping ache expand minute by minute, the loneliness Canada was supposedly immune to. Perhaps, it could have subsided if Ivan' s soul still existed on earth, as the shell of his physical form was paraded down between the pews, the eyes of the entire room fixed on him. Perhaps, if he saw all the sobered characters, who willingly gave up their time to attend, he might have felt a sense of fulfilment. In reality, if he could see the church scene from where he was, he would wish only for the well-being of the crowd, and that he maybe wasn't so noncognitive to be manipulated by love.
But through the merciless ambushes of snow, the anger of their peers, and their own pride, he had found one man who could show him what true love felt like. Not obsession, not mutuality, just a lifeline. A lifeline that led him to paradise.

As their spirits collided, feeling a sensation identical to that of two pairs of lips being pressed against one another, Ivan couldn't bring himself to regret what he had performed. If this was where the fatal road had led him to, he couldn't even imagine an alternate outcome.

"Я люблю тебя, канада."

The words echoed through Mathew' s mind and body as if Ivan was using telepathy, and this time he could properly reply, "I love you too."

They where unreachable, they where together, they where one. And death could try it's hardest, but these where definite facts that couldn't be negated.

Not another winter was endured alone.