talia but you listening it from the afterlife

soo my last rtc video really racked up 15k views, wow??
some people in comments were asking for another rtc edit, so, here it is! enjoy

slowed + reverb version of "talia" from ride the cyclone.

my twitter: @evilgypsywoman

[_corzoli_]

POV: you're Talia. It's night. Your entire room is dark besides your phone screen. You're sending texts to your fiance, Mischa, who lives in Canada. He hasn't replied in hours. You send one last text before you get ready to go to bed, wondering if your friends were right about him not being real, but something catches your eye from behind your phone screen. It's Mischa. He's standing there looking at you longingly, as if he is trying to say something. You quickly turn the light on and see no one there. Passing it off at your imagination, you lay in your bed and drift off to sleep. While you're half awake, you hear music, and someone calling out your name. You open your eyes to see people dancing, and there, in the center, is your Mischa.

[stomachacid_]

it sounds dusty in the best way possible
and it tastes like vintage lemon candies

[umbrellaisaac]

damn the reverb really makes this piece sound like its coming from an empty hallway, never to be seen, only to be heard.

[louieekk]

I saw a pov and I liked it, so I’m gonna do my own

POV: you’re Talia. You’re taking a look at the new song your fiancé, Mischa, released in his YouTube channel just before he went to a field trip in a carnival with his choir friends. You think it’s weird he hasn’t replied your texts since then, but think nothing of it. You take a look at the song’s comments, ready to start a fight with anyone who dares to mock Mischa in his comments. Then you see a comment that catches your attention. Someone commented “RIP💔”. You think it’s just another mockery, but as time passes you start actually concerning about Mischa. You call him one, two, three, four times, but he never picks up. You look at all the unread texts. Finally, you try something you are sure it’s not gonna work: you Google his name, Mischa Bachinski. What you see next makes you cry and scream, thinking about how could destiny be so cruel with you. You throw your phone at the sofa, and it lands showing the screen.

“ROLLERCOASTER ACCIDENT IN CANADA KILLS SIX KIDS”

[N.animations]

As a wise man once said: *sniff* I am pHISICALLY wEEPINng

[southghostss]

I picture this as talia being in an abandoned ballroom or hallway, mischa being in the afterlife a veil away and singing this ballad- talia cant see him but she can hear him... new headcannon

[Blue-dmos]

What if Talia dreamt of the 'Talia' song scene as a way for Mischa to communicate with her fir the final time before his soul/spirit gets sent elsewhere?

[katiehurley]

I love the sunflowers!! They're perfect since they're the national flower of Ukraine :D

[pinnedbutterflys]

Pov;
You’re talia and it’s been about a week since you’ve been left on delivered by your dear fiancé. Your friends torment you day after day saying “He isn’t real!”
Or, “Get a real boyfriend!”
Instead of listening, you follow your heart and decide you are finally going to do some research to see if he is real or not. You reverse image search all of his pictures, nothing. You Google his name elsewhere, nothing except for his school website, until you scroll down a bit more.
“Six Saints Dead In Rollercoaster Accident”.
From just about a week ago.
You gasp, covering your mouth and dropping your phone. You don’t want to read more, incase that is the truth. You slowly lift your phone back up to reveal that horrible white screen you never felt like seeing.
Mischa Bachinski.
*Dead.*
As you begin to sob and turn your phone on silent, you start to believe you are crazy as you can swear you hear a gorgeous song playing, with your name, you look up from your stained pillow to your dark room as you see a faint image of what seems to be *your Mischa.* You get up to see him and quickly turn the lights on, you see him fade away as you hear,
*”Talia, oh.. my love…”*

[.Elliott.Draws.]

Doing my own Pov thingy
POV: You're Talia, and all night your Mischa has been ignoring your texts. this agrivates you, so you start learning English to go out and find him. after a while, you have enough money. you remember him telling you about a Uranium, so you start their. You try and ask around but nobody listens to you. you finally get someone to listen to you. "Oh, you're bot from here, are you?" the stranger asks, "He was on of the kids on The Cyclone when it de-railed." Hearing the news of your Mischa, gone before you could meet him, breaks you. You find a place to stay and sleep there. In your dream, you're back in a field, all the way in Ukraine. you look around, to see people dancing. the more you soak it in, you notice one boy in particular. Your Mischa. as you listen to everything you realize that he's singing a song for you. You hope this dream never ends.

[struberichizkek]

pov: you're outside of the theater where rtc is showing, idk why you're not watching the most fantastic musical out there maybe you have bad taste 🙄🙄 anyways your name is talia and have a Ukrainian internet boyfriend named mischa. you opened the door because the person singing sounds like him and found out that no one was there.

[thatonetheatre_kid]

POV: You're just chilling in the afterlife, then you hear the most GUT WRENCHING EYE WATERING BONE BREAKING MOST EMOTIONAL IN THE WORLD LONGING LOVE SONG EVER

[peacefulleopard]

(Talia talking, sorry for length)

I lost Mischa five years ago. At first I was holding my breath, hoping I’d never have to face the drowning grief I inhaled in the split second I saw the news. Maybe it was another 16 year old Ukrainian that died that day in Uranium City, maybe he’d call me and tell me “Я люблю тебе, дитинко, і я повертаюся додому” But when I saw his face in black and white, I breathed out and I realised my любов was never going to come home, as I’d dreamed he would so many nights. Alone and swallowing lungfuls of loneliness, I talked to my closest friend, and she just remarked that the black and white was “symbolic of the stark dichotomy between love and war, life and death.” I did not find that helpful, as you would imagine. So I went for a walk, a long one, one that I hoped would last forever. I walked along, past the shop that sold the rap music he liked. I thought, if I walked for long enough the cold would reach my heart and I would be with him again. I just wanted to see him. I didn’t care if it was this world or the next. I noticed a field. Frosted over. The crunch of frost choked grass was perfect for disguising my sobs. I marched across that field, and I saw flashes of light. A rollercoaster. A summer sky and sunflowers, yellow and blue as the flag he loved. His face. I heard giggles of teenagers, the soft clicking of a ride mechanism. And a song.
“Talia, Talia”
“I want to take your hand by the Cheremosh River and let all Ukraine be witness.”
“Let me take all the pain from your soul and in the passion factory of my heart transform it into functional joy”

I go back to that field every year, just to hear my Mischa sing. I hope his song never ends.

[aninternationalrainbow]

So like every time I hear this, This like story comes up and I cannot shake it, So I can image throughout the song I can see Talia being a hologram but for Taila he is a Ghost so for the rest of the song the can see and dance with each other but at the end they give each other this big, tight hug and then Misha and Talia Both disintegrate for each other so the end up hugging themselves But Misha can still see Talia in the screen But she turns away and goes back to living her life where Misha can’t and I’m physically weeping right now

[xx_Trashy.Death_xx]

Ok I didn’t even know there was a pov already but here’s mine. POV: Talia once ended up dying of old age or getting in a car crash probably. Once she wakes up in the after life it’s just all flowers and so many pretty and beautiful things she likes. But over all of that she could here this song, playing in the background. It was music to her ears, she loved it so much. As the song ends it starts over and over. (Tbh I’ve listened to this so many times omg)

[Spargelsalad]

It sounds like a mix of the way things sound when you’re on the brink of falling asleep and everything sounds a bit more piercing, and an old record

[EPICANDFORSAKENFAN]

POV (As Talia.)

It's been at least a week with no reply from your fiancé, as you grow concerned you finally turn the news on. The reports shock you, as you slowly grow into agony realizing your Fiancé has been killed on a freak accident. Tears well in your eyes as you lay in bed, sobbing. You finally sob yourself to sleep, having such a strange dream.

You hear someone calling your name, no 6 people singing your name. You watch as they slowly dance around, you try to make contact to no avail. When the singing ends, you awaken and begin sobbing once more.

Time passes, but your grief does not. You haven't been able to get over his death. You have the same dream every night, the choir singing your name, dancing around while you see your picture play on their clothing. Is this something you'll have to live with forever?..

(IF YALL WANT MORE. I SHALL DELIEVER.)

[yepidk]

NO WAY TALIA ISNT REAL. SHE WAS REAL AND FOUND OUT HE DIED BY YOUTUBE COMMENTS. SHE WAS NOT A CATFISH 😭😭😭😭😭😭

[eyelikeacat]

rahh heres a story because this destroyed me emotionally (this is from talia's pov): I woke up to what sounded like music. 'Weird.' I brushed it off to be my parents listening to something. The clock read '3:08 am.' So- not my parents. The music quickly faded after I had woken up, it was just my imagination. I sighed, checking my phone to see if my fiancé, Mischa, had finally responded to my texts after about a week of not responding. 'I hope he isn't mad at me, or something like that.' I thought. I was kind of worried about him, it was unusual for him to stop responding to my texts without warning. I checked his Youtube channel. No new posts either. This was really strange. Finally, curiosity got the best of me. I searched up 'Mischa Bachinski.' I was shocked to see a few different articles, all titled something similar to 'SIX SAINTS KILLED IN ROLLERCOASTER DISASTER.' I clicked the first article. 'A chamber choir has recently been killed in a rollercoaster disaster in Saskatchewan, Canada.' Was the first sentence. Growing increasingly worried, I scrolled down a little more before seeing a list. 'The names of the deceased are as following: Noel Gruber, Constance Blackwood, Ocean O'Conell Rosenburg, Mischa Bachinski, Richard 'Ricky' Potts, and and another member who's identity is unknown.' Oh. Oh my god. He was dead. I curled up into a ball, sobbing. I heard the music again. I sat up. I heard my name being called, and Mischa's voice. Was I hallucinating? I followed the noise, still hearing my name, and Mischa saying 'Я тебе кохаю..' I finally found where the noise was coming from. I stepped outside. I heard everything, but I couldn't see anything. "Міша?!" I yelled into the darkness. No response. The song continued, then ended with Mischa's voice: "Talia, oh my love..." I started sobbing again. He was really gone. I was able to hear him one last time. I sighed, trying to stop crying. I went back inside, into my room. I quietly shut the door. I grabbed my phone again, watching Mischa's videos and reading through our old texts. I spent the rest of the night doing so.

A few years have passed since Mischa's death. I'm still not over it. I wish we had met in person. Every year, usually sometime in September, I hear that song. It makes me so sad every time, but also so happy. I miss him so, so much. The amount of grief I feel keeps getting worse, too. I don't know what to do anymore. Я так сильно його любила, і зробила б усе, щоб він повернувся. Добре відпочивай, Міша. Я завжди буду любити тебе.

[adeliaburnette]

I've literally ascended listening to this