Breathe Slowly -An IvanTill Good Ending-

Breathe Slowly

"...ll."

"...ill."

"Shut up..."

"...Till."

"Shut up...!"

"Till!"

"What?!"

Till finally opened his eyes in annoyance. He was finally getting some good rest after who knows how long it's been now. It all felt like a bad dream. The stage. The aliens. Everything. Just a nightmare he just awoke from. But, looking around him... There was nothing. Not a sound. Not a wall. Pure, endless darkness. Till slowly sat up, trying to get his bearings. What ever was left, anyway. A pain shot through his neck, his final moments flashing before his eyes. 

"Mizi...!"

Till tried to stand, but was too weak and fell down. 

"I... have to see her..."

Till crawled for what seemed like hours. In the abyss, time is endless. Time means nothing. He only tired himself out more and more.

"Need some help?"

A single white feather slowly fell down, grazing Till's face before gently hitting the ground beneath him. Till's eyes opened wide. That voice... That presence. He knew it all too well. The voice that had been a source of annoyance for years. And yet, the only voice to always be there. Through the good and the bad. That voice never left his head. It was always there. He slowly reached out to the feather and grabbed it, gripping it tight.

"You bastard... You're enjoying watching me struggle?"

The beautiful man slowly descended. Clothed in all white, just like in round 6. Ivan looked at the struggling Till, and gave his usual teasing smirk.

"Enjoying watching? I always enjoy watching you. Though, if I'd try to help you, you wouldn't have accepted, anyway..."

He said, with a slight bitterness at the end. Till grabbed at the bottom of Ivan's pants. With an aggressive tone, he responded.

"You... always assume. Why don't you ever ask me?"

Ivan sighed, bending down to meet Till's field of view.

"Would you even listen if I spoke?"

Till growled at this, bringing his face closer to Ivan's.

"You've... got some nerve..."

Ivan shook his head and slowly helped Till up, supporting him as they slowly walked together. They both kept silent for a while, before Ivan spoke.

"Why... are you here?"

"Why do you think? Same reason you are."

"Wait... WHAT?! You kissed her?!"

Ivan, shocked, nearly dropped Till. Till blushed heavily, looking away.

"O-Of course not!! Don't even bring that up, I'm disgusted just thinking about it."

Ivan, dejectedly looked down. "Of... Of course you are... That was a dirty move, haha..."

"... Why did you do it?"

"Huh?"

"Why... did you do it? Why did you... you know..."

Till's blush from earlier still red along his face.

"... I guess... Being selfish? Wanting one last thing from you?"

Till began to ball up his fist, before Ivan continued.

"Is what I'd like to say... But honestly... I can't understand my own feelings... All I know is that I wanted you to keep going on... I wanted to see you win."