Yuri Plisetsky was walking home after his last training on a snowy Wednesday. He felt the cold wind swirl around his ears, he felt snowflakes falling on his light, blonde hair. It was cold and the path Yuri was walking seemed to be snowier with each second.
It was evening and the night already spread over the sky in Russia. It was December and even though it really was cold there were still a lot of locals and restaurants opened, with a lot of people walking around and laughing. December's atmosphere seemed to really cheer up everyone. Well, not him.
What he liked about winter was its coldness. Sometimes, on the coldest days it felt like a wide and long wall was dividing hearts of people. Everyone was walking alone; And Yurio somehow felt more connected with people that were alone. On days like that he felt like coldness slowly got into his heart and froze it, at least for some time. He liked it, because it put his mind in a better focus.
But all this warmness that was hidden in a cold, icy day with a smell of hot chocolate in the air made Yuri feel lonely. He wasn't exactly sure why, but he hated it. He hated the thought of being lonely, he hated to be pathetic.
Yuri angrily compressed his fists what got him back into reality. He looked around and figured that he walked too far (which made him even angrier). He turned and walked into an opposite direction. People probably wouldn't notice, but Yuri could be much of a dreamer. Sometimes he just drifted into his thoughts and flew away with them.
Well, if he had to go away with his thoughts he at least wanted to drift into different thoughts. He was looking forward to the next season of figure skating. He didn't let himself think too much about his big victory on The Grand Prix Final, he didn't want to float above the clouds. He did it good, yes. But now, he needed to focus on the next season. And his hopes were high.
Yuri stepped on the icy road and crossed the street. He breathed the air and he felt a lot of better. Thinking about his goals and future always made him full of fire. His need, his want to win was one of the only things where he was actually able to let out his anger…And it made him feel strong. But when he was in the middle of crossing the street, he heard something weird.
As he turned on his left, he knew exactly what was going to happen, in just one slight moment that was probably less long than a second.
He heard the sound of a car, trying to stop on an icy road-
He saw the lights, as they switched his world around-
He felt pain in his chest as he was trying to breathe-
And then everything was suddenly gone as Yuri's vision twisted and faded into darkness.
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