This was the first car he ever got. This wasn't as good as the others, it's even in manual transmission. It's an old Mazda model, but still, he learned how to drive it.
"Still got that trash car, huh? You should just give it to the junk shop," a blonde man sneered as he passed by.
As far as he remembered this man shared the same name with him. He's Russian, though.
"Ah, yes," he responded with a small, timid smile. It's not that he didn't have any money to buy a new one, it's just it was quite... sentimental to him.
And the junk shop was probably this car's final destination, anyway.
The blonde Russian kid had quite the sharp tongue, but the brunet knew that the younger man really had a softer side that no one's ever seen.
"Huh? Weirdo," he stormed off and Yuuri watched him enter his own car. It's a red Lamborghini Aventador. The car's engine started and it sped away.
This music and arts university is where the rich people go. It was an international school, and most people here are either the sons of a famous politician or actor.
Going here was a privilege, really. The amenities of the school were great, and they even had their own figure skating team. Yuuri was one of the varsity players here, as well as the blonde Russian a while ago.
Yuuri opened the door to his car and it stuck for quite a while, but at least it opened. He closed the door and started the engines. He drove the opposite way on where he usually goes. His destination was quite far from the campus.
This time, he decided not to play any music and listened to the nature. He stepped on the gas and his car went even faster, that he thought that the speedometer would break.
He decided to leave the window open, and the sound of his engines was almost deafening, that he couldn't even hear his own conscience.
He swerved and stepped on the brakes. There was a loud, earsplitting screech, then. There was no one around this place, and no one would see him.
He planned everything, though it only took him a day to do so. The day, the hour - everything. There was a loud crash and the impact shattered the tempered glass, piercing through his skin.
The airbag didn't activate because he tampered with it. He felt like he broke his arm and leg. Every inch of his body hurt. His blue-framed glasses were shattered. There was blood everywhere, and it hurts so bad. Great. Tears started to stream down his face and it hurt. Even crying hurts his unseeing eyes.
That's when he heard an overly familiar voice. How did anyone find him? A voice that brought pain into his chest, and he didn't know why.
The firm voice that he always knew started breaking down until it completely crumbled. That's when everything fell into place.