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MAYBE SHE WAS DEAD, TOO... merely some ghost who now, too, haunts the living like how so many of those lost to her before. it would make sense in some ways, this unknown place being the afterlife 一 how else would she see his face again when it was not on some large, flickering screen? that same old smile, eased upon his face as if it were naturally meant to remain. her friend, ivan, who had been gone from that world for less than a day.

nor can she run away, even if she wished of it, with how those eyes fall upon her in recognition. no matter how much she changes outwardly, they would always recognize one another, she thinks.

❝ Are you really him? ❞ who else would it be? not unless their captors had done something to bring him back to a likeness as she remembers. ❝ I'm not dead, am I? That's the only way all this could be happening. Or maybe I'm dreaming. If it was a dream, then... ! ❞ everything would be alright... right? but if those horrors were something so fleeting as a nightmare she struggled to wake from, shouldn't she feel a burst of happiness from her chest than the profound sorrow that weighs her heart? once again, she faces someone that causes her to falter, uncertain of what she should do in the wake of seeing them once again.

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THAT FAMILIAR VOICE, IT HAUNTS HER, perhaps all too real from where she stands. had she not just heard it upon that deathly stage, fading away like his very heartbeat, never to be heard again? maybe that's why she has found herself frozen before the very specter that she had failed to save, slipped between her fingers within a blink of her eyes and gone from the world. even now, the expression on her face is one she cannot conceal, her emotions always getting the best of her in the most dire moments.

❝ Till... ? ❞ his name finally leaves her, one hand pressing to her chest as she watches how happy he seems, followed by questions she wishes she could give matching answers to in order to accompany those feelings.

❝ Hyuna saved me off the stage after I went up against Luka. I... should have died up there. ❞ just like how you did, she wants to say, but those words catch in her throat. ❝ We didn't manage to get out yet. But we're trying! We're doing our best against them, so一 ❞ should she lie? how was she going to comfort him if he found out what happened on that stage, the way his final moments were staring up at blaring spotlights as he lay draining of life.

eyes glance away, her mere second of hesitation telling all too much一

Okay. So what if he woke up confused and he has no idea where he is? At least he's not on the stage. So what if there's a weird pain in his neck? At least he's alive. If he could find just one person to give him some answers he could-

A familiar shade of pink and Till feels his heart speed up - drumming at a tempo that would fit well in one of his songs.

"MIZI!"

He remembers now... she came back for him, just like he had for her when he'd almost escaped with Ivan. Just like he'd always dreamed she would. His legs are tired, wobbly, but he starts running towards her all the same.

"I'm glad you're okay! They said you might be dead! What is this place? Where are we?"

When Till is finally close enough to make eye contact with her, he stops suddenly. A dark, blurry vision of tears streaming down Mizi's face swims into his memory and Till has a sudden sense of déjà vu. Raising a hand to his neck, he looks at Mizi tentatively. He remembers a tremendous amount of pain... but he also remembers a hand gently combing through his hair... Surely he couldn't have done anything to deserve such a soft touch unless he'd won that last round? Still, he has a sinking feeling in his chest.

"Did we escape? Did I... win?"

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hello! i should put up a lil follow post for her but i'm kinda lazy rn with that so instead take this rp ad? it'll be a short starter from a couple of sentences to a paragraph or so! no cap at all!

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