Black Sorrow

"My god."

Blood. Ice. Thunder. Rain. Black.

"My universe."

Cold. Lost. Wary. Dead. Sorrow.

Ivan is dead. Undoubtedly, irreversibly dead.

Till is alive. Unfortunately, irrefutably alive.

Ivan cannot escape death. He is dead. Till cannot escape life. He is alive.

If he can get him back, however impossible it sounds. . . would he?