HI!

It's only been a little while, but I've had so many lovely reviews. Thank you to everyone who has supported me! I forgot to add the disclaimer last chapter, so...

I don't own YoI or any of the songs mentioned in the first chapter. And I most definitely DO NOT own or know Lindsey Stirling. She is a human being. It would be illegal if I 'owned' her. Not to mention creepy...

For Viktor, the next few days passed in a weird kind of haze. His mind was clouded with a sense of depression and confusion. He found himself basking in memories of his grave mistakes. Before, when Yuri was still alive, when they were still married, he was happy. Then the competitions had rolled around, and the stress had become overwhelming. His deluded paranoia led him to falsely believe, then openly accuse Yuri of cheating on him. All it had taken was one glance at that warm, happy expression on his husband's face when he saw the incoming messages from the 'Mystery Woman'. That's all it had taken to drive him to the point of no return. He had yelled, accused, insulted and put down Yuri in a way that had the poor Japanese man mute for the following days.

Two days after Viktor's accusation, the separation was announced and divorce proceedings commenced. The media had been in shock, unsure of how to react. Almost instantly, Yuri had packed up his belongings, handed his ring back to Viktor, and caught the first flight back to Japan. At first, Viktor was just angry, then he was lonely, then Yuri went missing. Social media exploded in panic. Some people had immediately turned their deadly gazes on the Russian idol, some had dismissed the incident as a coincidence, not willing to so easily give up their admiration for the figure skater, even after he had been the one to divorce Yuri.

The fans and general public, everyone, had begun to follow the investigation's progress via Yuri's sister, and many joined in the desperate search. Then, Mari had found the note. A single, seemingly innocent piece of paper that resulted in the crashing and burning of Viktor's entire world.

Dear Loved One,

I'm assuming that you are, in fact, someone I care deeply about. Otherwise, you would have no other reason to be in my room. I don't know when you will find this note, but I assure you that you will not get the chance to question me about it. My body is probably long gone by now.

A peculiar thing, suicide is. I never thought about it in the way I did after Viktor and I got that divorce. I had never thought about it with that strange desire. Sure, it had crossed my mind once or twice before, especially after that incident a few years ago, and during high school too. I was depressed during that time, I have no reason to deny that. But, then my idol claimed the title of my coach, and, for the first time in years, I was truly happy.

Our student-teacher relationship eventually turned into something more, and I wasn't only happy, but content. That's a good thing, trust me. I often found myself choking, neck deep in the love I felt for him. And there was a time where I know he felt the same for me.

I'm not entirely sure what happened, for my memory is hazy. But I vividly remember what he said to me that day. However, I refuse to repeat it for his own safety. It was a strange experience, the divorce process. Mind you, all I had to do was turn up and sign a couple of sheets of paper. They looked blank to me, but maybe it was just my imagination. I barely remember packing up my things and moving back to Japan, but I know I did it because I remember my mother and my sister greeting me at the door. Those sad, knowing smiles on their faces burned themselves into my heart. They were trying to understand, I get that, and I am thankful to them.

In the few days after my return, I don't remember eating anything. I might have drunk some water, or maybe some of the sake Minako-sensei brought me, though I am not entirely sure. Even if the memories slid from my mind like water off a duck's back, I know I didn't leave my room. It made me wonder.

'How would it have ended if I had accepted my family's efforts to comfort me?'

'Would I have gotten over it if I had placed one single toe over the barrier between my bedroom and the hallway?'

'Would my mind still be intact?'

'Would I have had the motivation to go on?'

These questions will forever remain unanswered, unfortunately.

There were a few people I would like to say things to, so I'll get on with that.

Mari:Please, I beg of you, find someone to love you. Get married, move out of the house, have kids. Even if I'm not there, I would like to have a couple of nieces or nephews running around.

Triplets: You three little devils might want to work on that social media obsession of yours. But, thank you. Thank you for posting that video on YouTube. It changed my entire life for the better.

Minako-sensei: Your drinking habit seems to be getting a little out of hand, you might want to work on that. Also, thank you for your help over the years. I will be forever in your debt.

Mother + Father: I will always admire your work on the inn and the hot springs. I will always love the both of you unconditionally.

Phichit: I love you, dude. You'll always be my best friend. Thank you and good luck!

Yurio: Stop being mean to everyone, please. You were almost like my little brother throughout the past couple of years, and, despite all of your insults and bullying, I will always care about you. Well done, thank you and good luck for the future.

Viktor: I am honestly at a loss as to what happened and why, but that will never change the way I feel about you. It may have been harsh, but don't beat yourself up about what happened. You were my light and saviour, as cheesy as it sounds. I love you. Please continue to live your life to the fullest.

To my adorable and lovely fans: Your immovable faith in me is one of the things that has let me continue this far in my journey. It may be over, but remember, your love and devotion will be forever appreciated. You all, every single one of you, have a place in my heart. Thank you.

Everyone else: Don't be sad that you don't get your own special message, you all mean as much to me as my family does. Your support and determination throughout the years was what kept me going. A million thank yous.

With love,

Yuri Katsuki 3

This single sheet of paper had torn their lives in half. Viktor had felt like he was choking on the shattered remnants of his heart. And god it had hurt. Not just him though. Everyone. Even people who didn't have a clue what ice skating was, they felt that pain. It was a worldwide feat. 800 words and a single action had hearts crumbling to dust.

A loud knock on Viktor's hotel room door woke him from his trance.

"Viktor, open the door!" Chris's voice sounded from the other side.

Silently, the silver haired man dragged his heavy limbs out of the bed and tugged the door open. Chris stepped in, uninvited, and shut the door behind him.

"What do you want?" Viktor croaked, wincing at the sound of his voice after two days of silence.

"And that," Chris said, pointing at Viktor's throat. "Is exactly the reason why I am taking you out."

"What are you talking about?" the shut in demanded, glaring at his friend with mistrust.

"Have a shower, get dressed, I'm taking you out for dinner," Chris said, confirming Viktor's suspicions. "And there's nothing you can do to stop me. You have exactly half an hour. If you're not dressed, I'll drag you out in nothing but your towel."

Viktor can't help but smirk at this. He walked over to his suitcase, pulled out a random shirt and jeans, and disappeared into the bathroom, leaving Chris to watch the timer on his phone.

An hour later, Viktor, Chris, Yuri, Otabek and Phichit were all sitting in an American style restaurant, discussing their thoughts on the future. All of them were carefully avoiding the subject of a certain Japanese skater, for Viktor's sake. It was going well. They had just received their food, and the silver haired Russian was now watching Phichit photograph his meal with unmatched enthusiasm.

Until the door opened and you-know-who walked in, his coach in tow.

CLIFFHANGER! I know, I'm so mean. ;)