Ivanisalive Stories

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 7 years have gone by, 7 years without you. I wrote letters, so many, drawings too. So why is it that I see your face beyond me, the same expression you used to wear painted on it like a mask. I knew from first glance that you were my Ivan, there was no doubting it. It was the way your body radiated that familiar warmth when we touched, the roughness of your fingertips that once used to run through my hair. And the way when you did those things my heart beat out my chest like a drum, in the past I'd stupidly thought that was hatred since we never learnt what love actually was. If we had, would we have had our happy ending? After everything, after finally coming to terms with your death and my feelings, which laid on my shoulders like a heavy burden. Why were you stood in front of me? °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Rebel au Mpreg basically, updates every Thursday!!

Ivan is alive.

School project 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 My first fan-fiction... Let's see how it goes. IVANTILL FOREVER!