I can hear laughing in the streets, why are they laughing?
The situation is hardly funny. I'm not laughing.
Or did I misinterpret the situation?
Did I miss the punchline to the joke?
I keep waiting for Vitya to pop out from behind me and yell "it's all a joke Yuuri! I'm right here!"
But he doesn't. And he won't.
Never again.
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Never again will I get to hear my Viktor's laughter echo through the crowd.
I won't get to see that smile that lights up the room.
Nor will I see those icy blue eyes that make my heart flutter.
I will never taste that sweet flavor that is just Viktor as we kiss ever again.
The smell of his hair as we hug will become a distant memory.
How could I ever forget the feeling of the warm metal of our rings pressing into my fingers?
How can I ever forget the color of the snow as his blood soaked into the ground?
I still feel the blood seeping into the knees of my pants as I held him in my arms.
No matter how many times I wash my hands, I still see Vitya's blood on my hands.
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I hear the sirens coming. It's too late, I want to scream out to them.
It's too late! It's too late to save him! It's too late.
It's too late.
I was too late. I couldn't save him.
I held Viktor in my arms as he smiled at me.
My vision was blurry with tears.
The tears fell on Vitya's face, and mixed with the blood and dirt already there.
He never spoke a word- he didn't need to. His eyes told me everything I needed to know.
"Don't blame yourself Yuuri. Live for me. I love you."
He shed a single tear. He gripped my hand harder for a moment, staring at me with intensity.
I felt his grip loosen. His eyes slowly fell closed.
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In that moment time had stopped.
I saw the truck come around that corner in my mind over and over again.
They didn't even slow down.
The vision of my Vitya flying through the air, like a swan taking flight.
The sound of his body hitting the pavement.
Crimson blood mixing with white snow.
Even then, he was beautiful.
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Fresh snow began to fall.
Yet it could not cover the crimson that had covered the ground.
Like a virus, spreading, growing, each passing second expanded its reach.
No amount of snow could cover the stains upon the ground.
Red blood on white snow.
Nature's color palette for the painting of life and death.
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hello everyone! I'm a horrible person for writing this. I teared up even as I wrote it. I just wanted to try to imagine want Yuuri would be thinking if Viktor died in some tragic way, something that he couldn't see coming. Well as always let me know what y'all thought! So review and favorite to your heart's content! Virtual hugs will certainly come your way and I would appreciate it more than you know. And with that I bid you all adieu! Thanks a million and one!
-Tiggiger :D