A few days had passed, I had a lot on my mind. Maybe Victor had a point? Was Yuri taking advantage of me? It doesn't feel like something he does, but... he made a strong point... he did kinda sway me to say yes that day...

"Hey! You said if I show I'm responsible, you'd get me my own bottle!"

"Fine, Fine, I'll give it to you.." Victor said Yuri perked up and when to grab the bottle only for Victor to pull it away. "But! Only! If Otabek thinks it's ok," I tense up. Why did he have to bring me into this? Well, at least this distracted Yuri enough that he wasn't crying...

"Ummm.."

"Beka, please," Yuri jumped up and stared me in the eyes with the most pitiful look... I can't say no to those green eyes.. but I can't say yes either... it was such a hard decision.

"Beka..." He repeated again.. it was like he knew he was my kryptonite...

"Ok fine... I think it's ok," I said immediately. I was shocked at my own words. I knew it was a mistake...

"Wait, are you serious-"

"He gave his answer gimme!' Yuri said and snatched the bottle.

I felt tears fill my eyes slowly followed by rage... he knew I couldn't say no to him. I had only suspected it, but the way he said my name.. that's how he always says it when he wants something. Cause he knows I'll say yes.

It's time I have a talk with Yuri. It might be time to return home.

It's been so long since Beka and I have had a real conversation. I miss him. Everything was so much simpler before he confessed. Now I don't know how to approach him. And I still haven't been able to answer that question. Do I like otabek? Or do Just have a strong attachment since he was my first real friend in years. If I hadn't met him, I wouldn't have reconnected to Anna, or met Adrian, Adrian, I really only see him when I'm with Beka. Is Adrian really, my friend, or is he Bekas? We met him during our first meal at Pinccolino; he was our waiter. I remember it like it was yesterday.

"Hey, this is your first time in Moscow, right? we should get some food."

"Ok.. but where should we go?"

"I've been hearing about this Pinccolino place. Maybe we can try there?"

"Alright, Yuri, Let's go," He said with a smile; I still can remember the look in his brown eyes. The way I felt when He said my was the day Victor and Yuuri interfered with our lunch, and they got those gold rings... At that moment, I felt a tear roll down my cheek quickly and effectively, bringing me back to the present.

"Yuri." I hear a voice say on the other side of the door. I wiped my face quickly.

"Beka?"

"Yes... it's me... We need to talk."

"Um... Ok?" I should be happy he wants to talk to me... but.. something seems off, typically that phrase isn't a good sign..the door opened, and Beka appeared in the room; he seemed to be trying to find somewhere to look beside me.

"Hey... Beka, are you ok."

"Look... I can't keep watching you drink yourself to sleep, Yura.. whenever I've tried to ask you to stop, you've ignored me completely. Yura, be honest. Do you care about my feelings?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course, I care."

"Then why haven't you at least tried?"

"I thought we agreed to drop this subject, Beka.." I sighed

"See!?" He exclaimed, "You are brushing it off again, Yura! Don't you think there's a reason I want to talk about it?!"

"Ok fine. Then what is it, Beka? Tell me." I say annoyed

"Yura, when I met you, you were so strong and beautiful no matter what you carried through. but you've been let you're letting yourself fall, Yura, don't you see that."

"Maybe you would to if you lost the only family that really cared about you!"

"I get that losing him was hard for you, but he isn't the only person who cares about you! 3 people left their families to support you, but all you do is push each of us away! that isn't the way to deal with this, Yura."

"What do you know. You're really starting to sound like Yuuri."

"And?! Is that a bad thing?!"

"Maybe it is, I don't like being lectured about how to live, you know this, Beka!"

"You know what... I've tried my best... But I can't get through to you. And I can't watch you drink yourself to sleep anymore.. cause that's all you've done for days now, Yura. If I don't actively try and take you somewhere, you drink. It's time I go home."

"What! You can't leave."

"I have to. I can't watch this anymore.. for my own well being I have to leave.."

"No, you can't!" I said, going to stand up before I immediately fell back to the ground, "Beka!"

"There it is again—that voice. For a year now, you've been able to get anything you want from me with that voice.. but not this time... Goodbye Yuri Plisetsky... When your sober, feel free to come to find me.."

"No!" I said, standing up, but before I could reach him, the door was closed. He left. immediately my blood began to boil "fine..." I said quietly, stabbing my fingernails into my palms, hoping the pain would keep me from exploding "fine," I said, picking up one of the empty bottles in my room, one of the bottles that drove him away... I was shaking with rage, "FINE!" I screamed, throwing it at the door. It shattered on impacted, and knees gave out, "I DON'T NEED YOU!" I cried out the dams holding back my tears finally broke

"Yuri, are you ok!" I hear Yuuri ask

"LEAVE!" I said, throwing something in that general direction, I heard the door close and whatever it was hit the door. Everything after that blurs together in my mind.