"Viktor.. What happened between you two?" Yurio asked, brow furrowed. He never thought he'd care that the two weren't together, never thought that he'd try to fix them. The platinum haired skater looked up at him, a tired and regretful smile on his face. He looked back down at his hands.

"Ah.. I did something I shouldn't have. I took advantage of him…" Yurio was silent. Viktor looked…broken.

Finally. The Grand Prix. Finally. He could see Yuri. He could show him. He could apologize. He could… But Yuri didn't look at him. Walked right past him. Ignored his voice.

Yuri skated first. Viktor couldn't look away. It was a whole new song, whole new dance, whole new attitude. It was all Yuri's. His own program. It was beautiful.

Finally, it was Viktor's turn. He looked around the rink, trying to find Yuri, but he couldn't. The platinum looked down at his skates, the ice beneath them. There was silence throughout the rink. What would Viktor Nikiforov bring to them, what would he do?

Yuri sat in the breakroom, the screen before him showing Viktor. Through the speakers, the song began. "Crazy in Love." Viktor started. It was slow, gradual, sad. Yuri leaned forward. The air was strange, everyone could feel it. This wasn't for them. Viktor didn't care that anyone was here. Only one person mattered. Throughout the entire world, only one. That one was his world. All that Viktor cared about was Yuri. And he lost him because of his stupid pride. His stupid stupid pride. Viktor bit his lip, skating the ice hard, hitting it hard, throwing himself into the air, landing hair, spinning as fast as possible. He was sorry, he was ashamed. And it was all for Yuri. Only for Yuri, but he wasn't afraid to show the world just to get to his world. Just so Yuri would see, so he would hear, so he would know. How badly Viktor fucked up. How much he regretted it and how hard he was trying to take it back, how bad he wanted to be forgiven. How he knew he didn't deserve it. Suddenly, it was over. The song ended, Viktor was completely still, standing on the ice in the complete silence. He didn't look proud, or satisfied. He stumbled here and there in the program, but it didn't seem like a mess up. It felt more like his emotions. Viktor could feel his eyes fill with tears. The stadium erupted in applause and shouts. Viktor didn't look at them, didn't acknowledge it. He didn't deserve it. Slowly, he turned towards the rink's exit. Slowly, his eyes found the figure standing there. It was Yuri, and Viktor's heart thumped. His chest tightened, breathing shallow. Yuri was looking at him. It wasn't with rejection, but it wasn't acceptance either. Slowly, Viktor slid across the ice and towards his world. He stopped just were the ice ended, looking at Yuri with barely restrained hope. Yuri looked at him critically for a moment then sighed. "C'mon. Let's see how you did."