His long silver grey hair was beautiful. Seeing him twirl around on the ice. There was nothing more enchanting than seeing him skating. Or not skating more like dancing. I couldn't take my eyes of him.
I woke up. What a fantastic dream.
"Yuri- why are you smiling? Did you sleep well?"
I realized that Victor was right beside me. The real Victor. The Russian champion and… my coach. It wasn't a dream.
"Ahhhhrrrggg!" I ran to the other side of my room.
"Wh-wha-what are you doing in my room?!"
I must have looked like a tomato. He was in my room… not that it was unusual but he was only centimeters from my face! How could he be so calm about it?!
He looked a bit confused.
"Why are you looking like a tomato? Is something wrong? Is it about your dream?"
Oh no. I have the tendency to talk while I sleep. I hope that I didn't say anything weird! Please say that I didn't say anything… at all!
"Well when I walked in you had this very happy smile and kept mumbling. Something with beautiful, Vic- and I love you-"
I'm dead. I almost said Victor while sleeping… how embarrassing. I sat down in the corner of my room.
"Goodbye cruel world… it was fun while it lasted…"
"Arh! Yuri don't be depressed… even though I don't know why you are depressed… but you should cheer up! Please Yuri! Cheer up!"
Wait he didn't know what those words meant or that I was about to say his name… I'm saved! Thank you!
I began crying of happiness and Victor just panicked even more.
"Arh Yuri!? What is wrong?! Help! What should I do? Call 911! Oh wait that is in America! Arh!"
He kept running around the room trying to find a solution. What a relief I can go on being with Victor without him knowing about my feelings.