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Ch 6: Break up between coach and student

Friday. December. 16, 2016. Hasetsu General Hospital.

Yuri sat upright on his hospital bed. His parents were right by his side, looking at him with concern. It's been almost a week since his fall at the Grand Prix Final.

Currently, he is in the Hasetsu General Hospital. The doctors here have been treating to his injury since he was discharged from the medical center in Marseilles.

The injury wasn't anything too bad. Yuri had only suffered a hip subluxation and minor concussion to the side of his head. His concussion has almost healed by now, but his left hip joint was still in no working condition.

Yuri felt his mom squeeze his hand.

"Mom, it's alright. I'll be discharged soon, right?" Yuri reassured.

"It's not that Yuri, I was always expecting something like this to happen sooner or later. So I guess I'm just a little scared right now." Yuri's mother stuttered.

Yuri's father nodded towards a basket of flowers and cupcakes on the bedside table.

"Takeshi and Yuko brought these in for you last night when you fell asleep. Add it to the collection of gifts you've already received."

Yuri smiled, looking at the pile of get-well presents all put together in the corner of the room. Over the past few days, Yuri was visited by a lot of people.

Phichit, who came the very first day Yuri was placed in the Hasetsu hospital room.

They talked about their goals for the remainder of the season. Phichit was the one who calmed Yuri down, telling him that hip subluxations won't cause his skating career to end.

Then came Minako, who brought him a bouquet of flowers. Minako scolded Yuri for attempting a jump he had yet to master in his free skate. Yuri subconsciously agreed with her. But the more stubborn part of him thought that the quadruple lutz was worth it, despite the injury it gave him.

Chris and JJ came by to visit Yuri on the third day. They made him feel comfortable with what happened at the Grand Prix Final and even congratulated him on winning the silver medal.

Yuri's parents are currently keeping the medal safe and sound in their inn. Yuri wasn't very used to conversing with other foreign skaters in a non-competitive environment, but Chris was able to make him loosen up and feel natural when talking with him.

Even JJ, with all his egotistical attitude, made Yuri less tense and laugh. This was the first time Yuri felt something more to Chris and JJ rather than just friendly-fellow competitors.

And he enjoyed that feeling. It was nice to have. Takeshi and Yuko brought their girls in later that week. They were all so sweet with Yuri. Yuri had never come to appreciate the people in his life as much as he did until now.

He and the Nishigori family spent the day playing cards and answering questions the girls had been dying to ask Yuri.

"Are you still gonna compete at Japan's Nationals?"

"Where's your silver medal? We wanna see it!"

"Did any other skaters come by to visit? Can you call them back? Please?"

"Where's Victor? Did he not come by?"

Now that question was what got Yuri's attention. During the time he spent in the Hasetsu General Hospital, he had not seen Victor once.

Victor was there for the first day in the Marseilles Medical Centre, but ever since Yuri returned to Japan, Victor was nowhere to be seen. Yuri had assumed that Victor was maybe hanging around his family's inn, but apparently, the Nishigori girls confirmed that he wasn't there.

The last visitor of the week was the greatest surprise of all. Yuri Plisetsky showed up outside Yuri's hospital room with an expressionless look on his face.

Yuri was so shocked to see him there that he had nearly forgotten how to speak. Yurio scolded him the exact same thing as Minako in the very first conversation they shared.

Yuri asked him where Victor was. But Yurio was surprised, thinking that Victor was with Yuri the whole time. This caused Yuri to worry and become afraid.

Where was Victor?

Today is the last day Yuri would be spending in the hospital. The doctor entered with a smile on his face, politely greeting Yuri and his parents.

"Alright, Mr. Katsuki! You're officially discharged now! Remember, your hip isn't fully healed yet. So no skating until around a month or two later."

"I guess I won't be competing in this year's Nationals…" Yuri sighed.

The doctor sympathized with Yuri. "I'm sorry Mr. Katsuki, but here's the good news. There's a physiotherapist clinic near your home, I'm recommending you go there twice every week.

"With the proper exercises, you'd be back on the ice in—let's say around—three to four weeks. But remember, no difficult or strenuous movements the first day you're back on."

Yuri smiled in appreciation. "Thank you, Dr. Uemetsu. I'll do my best."

"Well, there isn't anything else we should be worrying about now, right?" Yuri's mother asked.

Dr. Uemetsu shook his head. "He can leave now, if you want, I can call in a nurse to aid you outside."

Yuri shook his head. "Thanks, but I think I can manage with my parents."

With that, the doctor left the room. Yuri's mother helped him stand up while his father fetched him his clothes. Yuri felt himself breath as he slipped into his track pants and sweater. It felt so much better than the hospital gown he was forced to wear for the past week.

After gathering up the gifts from his friends, Yuri and his parents made their way across the hospital hallways and down the elevator to the first floor. Outside in the parking lot, Yuri's sister, Marie was waiting in the front seat of her car. She came out to open the passenger seat door for Yuri.

Yuri's mother sat next to him while Yuri's father sat in the front seat. Marie drove the whole family back home to the inn.

Upon seeing home, Yuri felt a warm sensation within his chest. It was so good to be back after all the chaotic events that happened in the past weeks.

Saturday. December. 17, 2016. Hasetsu Inn.

Yuri was doing hip abductions in the outdoor sitting area. Strengthening the surrounding hip muscles was one of the exercises recommended to him by the physiotherapist.

He was in the middle of doing his tenth set when Marie shouted his name.

"YURI! Where are you?"

Yuri rushed back inside, prepared for the worst. Had a robber broke in? Did something happen to their parents? Maybe a guest had lost their child in the hot springs!

"Marie! What happened? What's the emergency? Marie?" Yuri looked around the front lobby room. No one was about.

"Hello?" He asked once more.

Suddenly the front doors flew open. Victor stood there, clad in a winter jacket with Makkachin by his side. He smiled warmly at Yuri. "Yuri! It's good to see you all standing upright and strong!"

Yuri ran forward to hug Victor, who was a little shocked by his sudden gesture. But slowly returned it. Yuri clung onto Victor like he was a dream and he was afraid he might fade away and disappear when he let's go.

"Come now, Yuri. Let's go somewhere quieter, don't you want to talk and catch up?" Victor asked gently, pulling away.

"Ok. I'm just...so happy to see you...where, where have you been when I was still hospitalized?!" Yuri demanded.

"Shhh, calm down. Let's go somewhere quiet first." Victor repeated himself.

Yuri nodded and led them to a private gazing area out on the other side of the inn. Yuri let Victor sit down on one of the lounge chairs that oversees the entirety of the rural neighborhood with its wilderness all the way to the coastal line.

Yuri nervously took a seat next to him. Makkachin leaned against the railings of the terrace looking towards the distance.

"Alright Yuri, let's talk," Victor said calmly.

"Where have you been for the last week? I tried calling, texting, and even emailing you! Why didn't you answer?"

"I'm sorry, my Nationals competition was coming up. You know, it begins around December 20 this year. Yakov didn't let me miss a single day of practice."

"I'm guessing your phone was also confiscated from you?" Yuri asked.

"Mmmm. I was afraid. From my experience, injuries in skating never end well. The last thing I wanted to see was you never being able to take another step on the ice again," Victor admitted.

"Then why did you come today?"

"To see if my worst fears came true or not." Victor turned around to face Yuri. "And they didn't. Thank god they didn't…"

Yuri felt a little relieved to hear that Victor was still concerned for him despite his absence. But he still held his suspicions.

"Yurio came by to visit," Yuri stated.

"What?"

"Yurio came in to see me a few days ago. Doesn't he have Nationals too? Why did Yakov let him leave and not you?"

Victor took a deep breath in before answering. "Yakov's a little more strict with me than he is with Yurio. And I'm pretty sure you know why."

Yuri sighed. "I guess. But still, couldn't you even spare a second during midnight to contact me? If you were in the same situation, I'd do that."

"Hey, you still matter a lot to me. That's why I'm here right now. Yakov was sensitive enough to let me off the hook until December 19, then I have to return to Russia. Let's make this time memorable! I'll make it up to you for not being there for the last week!"

Yuri smiled. "I'll hold you to that."

Saturday. December. 17, 2016. St. Petersburg Ice Rink.

Yurio skated over to the sidelines to grab a drink from his bottle. He was exhausted from working on perfecting his lutz all day. During this time, more skaters were on the ice than usual. All of them were catching up on their skills and programs for the upcoming Russian Championships.

All of them wanted a spot to the European Championships and Worlds. And the 2017 Worlds is where they'll determine the number of candidates of their discipline that'll be sent to the 2018 Pyeongchang Olympics.

Yurio was among the competitors hoping to do his country proud.

"Good practice so far today, Yuri." Yakov said from behind him.

"Have I finally changed that flutz to a lutz?"

"For the single lutz, yes. For the triple, still a slight flutz."

Yurio groaned in exasperation. He might have to change one of his jumps for his free skate to make up for his not-too-great lutz.

Yakov decided to change the topic. "By the way, how's Yuri Katsuki?"

"He has a hip subluxation and can't compete in the Japan Championships this year. Doesn't mean he won't be selected for the international team, though. He still has some hope." Yurio said that almost with enthusiasm.

Yakov nodded. "He's lucky his injury wasn't any worse. Hip subluxations are pretty mild compared to some other skating injuries…"

"Like what?" Yurio asked.

"You don't want to know. Anyways, I hope Victor won't be affected too much by what happened. The last thing he needs is to feel guilty."

Yurio didn't answer right away. He stayed silent, thinking about whether or not he should ask his next question.

"Yakov. Does the name, 'Olivia Nguyen,' ring a bell to you?"

Yakov stared at Yurio. "Why?"

"Found some of her old programs online. She used to compete for Russia, right? I'm just wondering where she is now."

"How should I know? I don't keep tabs on every single skater here! And your break time is over! Back to work!"

With a sigh, Yurio put his bottle back on the stands and skated away to his usual patch of ice. From the corner of his eye, Yurio could see Yakov leaning against the window overlooking the snowy courtyard outside of the rink.

He could see the look of exasperation mixed with a slight pitiness on his face.

What was he missing here?

Sunday. December. 18, 2016.

Yuri and Victor left early morning to start their day. They went to the train station and boarded the ride to the countryside, where they explored the wilderness and tiny towns hidden within them.

From there, they went to the coast and managed to find several intact sea stones. They left to go to an outdoor diner for lunch. It was interesting since the place used ingredients from organic local farms.

Halfway through the day, Yuri began to tire and ache from walking around. So Victor decided to call it a day and they boarded the next train back to Hasetsu.

Unfortunately for them, a delay in the tracks caused it to take an emergency stop near Tokyo. The passengers had the freedom to leave the train until the tracks were cleared.

Not wanting to sit on the train for several hours to come, Yuri mustered up the energy to walk out of the station and into the city with Victor. It was lightly snowing as they walked along the bustling streets of Tokyo. Victor offered Yuri his scarf when he heard his teeth chattering.

The train was still in the station by the time dinner was supposed to be eaten, so they went to a simple restaurant to fill their hunger. At last, after they left the restaurant, they saw some other passengers from their train begin making their back to the station.

"Finally! That took longer than I thought!" Victor exhaled, his breath came out in short bursts of white smoke.

"I guess so, but I had fun today. I'll be looking to see you on tv for the Russian Championships this week!" Yuri said.

They start walking back to the train station. The lights began turning on in every corner of the city streets.

"Don't push yourself so hard to return to competing. Seriously, take your time." Victor replied in a serious tone.

"I'm already feeling better, Victor. Don't sweat it. It's not like I can't skate anymore." Yuri said, almost defensively.

"No, I mean it, Yuri. Stay out of competitions for as long as the doctor told you so. Work on your physiotherapy exercises and stick to that. That's the best plan of action for you."

Yuri felt like Victor had just punched him in the chest. "Those exercises will speed up my recovery. I'll be able to compete in the Four Continents if the JFS select me." Yuri pointed out.

"What about after you've recovered? You still need to squeeze in the time to practice on ice! Will that be enough to prepare for Four Continents let alone Worlds?" Victor challenged.

Yuri stuttered, "Then I'll work overtime during those days—"

"Do you think you'd still be able to retain all of your skills without difficulty? What if you sustain another injury during your overtime practices? That will only cause you more trouble down the road! Working overtime will not help, Yuri!"

By now, a couple of people passing by looked towards the two men disputing on the street. But they ignored it and just moved on. Yuri decided to let Victor say what he wants to say, he didn't want to cause another argument. Even though this whole conversation seems to be going down the drain.

"Then...what do you suggest I do?" He asked quietly.

Victor put a hand to his own forehead, sighing.

"I told you, stay out of competitions for the remainder of this season. Focus only on the exercises given by the physiotherapist. We'll work on your skating skills during the off-season."

Yuri felt his jaw drop upon hearing that.

"But...the Worlds. What about my end of the promise? Won't you be disappointed if I missed the Worlds this season?" Yuri was barely able to say it coherently.

Victor took a step back in shock. "No! I'd be happy! Happy and relieved that you're safe in your home!"

Yuri caught his breath before speaking again. "Alright...then I'll stay out of competitions for the remainder of this season. Just—promise me that you'll work with me every day of the summer during the off season. Promise me…"

Victor raised a hand towards Yuri, but stopped abruptly, changing his mind.

"Promises...can't be kept, Yuri. But I'll do my best to ensure it happens. And I hope you'll do the same."

Yuri couldn't believe what he was hearing. Is this even Victor? The same Victor that always supported him and encouraged him to surprise the audience and take risks?

Victor put his hands in his pockets and looked at Yuri with solemn eyes. "Come on, let's get back to Hasetsu."

The two of them made it back to the train station and boarded the train on time before it began taking off again. Although Yuri was still hurt from what Victor said, he convinced himself that Victor's only doing this because he cared a lot for him.

That was what kept Yuri smiling on the train back home. Even Victor seemed to have put behind the argument they had back in Tokyo.

They finally reached their destination and walked the rest of the way to the inn. It was brightly lit up with decorative lights on the outside to celebrate the coming holidays.

Victor gave Yuri a good night hug before disappearing into his room. Yuri felt almost like they made up once again.

He walked to his room and changed into his night clothes. Taking out his phone, Yuri saw several notifications he received during the day, including texts from Yurio.

Yurio: r u there? Hello? Please answer 😢

Yurio: Yakov actually asked about how you're feeling. Old man has a soft side for you after all

Yurio: found out more about Olivia. Really interesting info

Olivia Nguyen...Yuri had a sudden urge to march straight up to Victor's door and demand to know who Olivia is.

One more text.

Yurio: damn her programs are really pretty. Check out her Sochi free skate

Yuri read enough. With one swift movement, he fell into his desk chair and turned on his laptop.

Opening up Google, Yuri searched up 'Olivia Nguyen' once again. Wikipedia was the first link he clicked on. From there, he went on several other sites and forums, including Time Magazine, Golden Skate, and Icenetwork.

Olivia Nguyen. Cambodian heritage...used to compete for the USA...nationality switch to Russia...coach was Angela Raskalov...known for consistency and artistic presentation...the 'skater with the tiny jumps'...stopped competing for unknown reasons following 2014 Sochi Olympics…

The more Yuri scrolled through the mounds of text and images, the more he felt his eyelids begin to drop. He was getting tired, but he didn't want to stop at the same time.

"Alright, time to...yawn...see her Sochi free skate…"

Going on YouTube, Yuri searched up her free skate for the 2014 Sochi Olympics. He picked the first video in the list. Yuri's vision was already becoming hazy and he had to lean his head on his arms to prevent it from falling forward.

The ad on the video finished playing and the actual video began to play. Olivia was on the sidelines with her coach, squeezing her hands before she skated off…

The next morning…

Yuri awoke on his desk, realizing that he fell asleep with his head buried in his arms. His laptop screen was in sleep mode and it was early morning. Morning! Victor was returning to Russia sometime today!

Immediately, Yuri changed out of his night clothes and brushed his teeth. Going out of his room, he walked up to Victor's door. It was opened partly.

Yuri cautiously peeked through the tiny opening to see if Victor was awake. Victor was carefully folding his clothing and organizing his items into a single suitcase. Makkachin was still asleep on the futon.

Suddenly, he walked over to the night table and picked something up. It was the silver chain with the ring on it. Victor gently touched the ring and pressed his head against the wall, quivering.

Yuri accidentally stumbled forward, pushing the doors slightly open. Victor looked up in shock.

"Yuri…?"

Yuri bucked. He turned around and straight up ran. Out of the hallways. Across the front lobby. Out the front entrance. Down the streets. He didn't look behind once to see if Victor was chasing him this time.

He just kept on running. Suddenly, he felt his left hip throbbing again and winced. Looking around, Yuri saw that the ice rink was right up ahead.

Limping from lamppost to lamppost, Yuri made his way to the ice rink. It was opened, but Yuko and Takeshi weren't at the front desks. Didn't matter, he wasn't here to skate anyways. Just needed a place to sit and rest.

Yuri sat on one of the chairs in the snack room facing the large floor to ceiling window that overlooks the outside streets. Several minutes passed. Place was still quiet. And Yuri still couldn't get that image of the ring out of his mind.

The signs were everywhere. All of the clues were pointing towards the one fact Yuri feared the most.

There's someone else he's seeing…

Everything was there. Victor's sensitivity regarding intimate relationships. His recent distant attitude towards Yuri. The denial of the significance of the gold ring around his neck.

Victor's secret is obvious to Yuri by now. He just needs a confirmation on who and why. As if the gods planned for the next event to happen, the sound of footsteps was heard running towards the entrance of the snack room.

Victor appeared in the doorway, panting and relieved upon seeing Yuri.

"There you are! Care to explain what the game of cat-and-mouse was about back there?" Victor walked up to the table Yuri was sitting at.

"Thought you could use the exercise. You're going to compete soon in the Nationals. Running helps." Yuri replied coolly.

Victor grinned, tossing his head back in exasperation. "Still. That was really abrupt, it was almost like you've seen the Devil itself! I thought that an emergency happened or something! Nearly gave me a heart attack!"

Yuri made up his mind. There's no way he would ever leave Victor's side for the remainder of the season. He needs to know more.

"Victor. Listen, I changed my mind. I going to compete for whatever the JFS signs me up for. And there's nothing you can do to stop me." Yuri looked at Victor straight in the eyes.

Victor was quiet for a few seconds. Then he answered. "Yuri, we've been through this already. It's not safe to do what you're planning to do—"

"You always told me to 'take risks!' To 'not be afraid!' They call me the 'skater with no fear!' I'm not afraid, Victor! What are you so afraid of?"

"I know I said all of that! But look at what happened at the Grand Prix Final! My inexperience caused that! And now, I'm correcting my mistakes as your coach. The least you could do is take my advice!" Victor yelled.

"Well, what about before? The first time you came to me? I was doing just fine under your tutelage! Accidents happen, Victor. What's important is that we learn from them—"

"And I have! I learned as to not push you so hard but have you learned your part?" Victor asked.

"You're not only afraid that I might injure myself again. You're hiding something. You've been distant with me since I got my injury and there was this whole drama with the chain ring and the game of twenty questions…" Yuri's mind was like a train without brakes.

"Yuri—"

"And guess what? You were right about me and Yurio. We weren't doing schoolwork together, we were trying to solve your secret!" Yuri let everything rush out of him.

"Yuri—"

"Victor...I really appreciate everything you've done for me. I came to really care for you and really attach to you...but I know something's wrong." Yuri said.

Victor didn't say anything this time. He just stood there, staring at Yuri, waiting for him to say something.

"That ring...I...Yurio and I found a photo of you and Olivia Nguyen. Now I—"

"YURI!"

That voice barely sounded like Victor at all. Yuri nearly fell back from his chair upon hearing it. It was the sound of pure pain. Victor had his fists balled up and teeth clenched. His eyes flashed bright blue as he looked at Yuri.

"You have no idea what you're going into," Victor said fiercely.

"You're right. But I want to know. I can't help you if you won't tell me what I'm going into. I care a lot about you."

"I told you to stop peeping into my personal affairs!"

"Victor, listen to me! I'm here to help you! Just like how you were led to me when I needed help via that viral video. I trusted you back then, now I need you to trust me." Yuri tried to reach out to Victor.

But he began to shake his head and banged the table with his fists. When his face was visible again, Yuri could see tears spilling over his eyes. It made Victor look even more in pain.

"STOP IT! STOP IT! STOP IT! You have no idea, Yuri! You have no idea about how this world works! It wasn't destiny that I was led to you! I saw your video by pure coincidence! Just like how you found about Liv by pure coincidence!" Victor shouted.

Olivia...Liv! So that's what Victor meant that night when they slept together during the NHK Trophy.

What Yuri thought Victor had said, 'Live...so beautiful...live,' was in fact 'Liv...so beautiful...Liv…'

Yuri quickly countered back against Victor's argument. "You're wrong Victor! Things happen for a reason! Like how you were attracted to my video, which led to you becoming my coach."

"Fine then, why was I attracted to your video?" Victor seethed.

"You saw similarities between my skating and Olivia's."

Victor paused for a moment before pushing himself back from his standing position.

"I've heard enough. My plane is leaving at noon, but there's nothing wrong in leaving for the airport early." Victor turned around to exit the room.

"Victor—"

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"Not in a thousand years!"

"THEN I HOPE YOU FIND YOURSELF A NEW COACH IF YOU WANT TO GO TO ANY COMPETITION THIS SEASON!"

Victor bolted off after yelling that final sentence. Yuri took two seconds to process it. "'New coach?' Wait, Victor! Victor!"

Victor was already outside the rink and running down the steps. He was fast. In a blink, Yuri saw him disappear around the corner. Panic filled Yuri. His entire body was shaking with adrenaline.

"Yuri?" A male voice said from behind.

Yuri turned around. It was Takeshi.

"Oh, it's you! Takeshi, do you have a car?" Yuri quickly asked.

"Yes, but what's going on—"

"No time to explain. I need you drive me back to my family inn."

Takeshi led Yuri out the back parking after leaving a note for Yuko on the bulletin board about his sudden leave.

Takeshi unlocked his car and he and Yuri got in. Starting up the engine, Takeshi drove out of the parking lot and down the road towards Yuri's family inn.

Through the whole time, Yuri was silently praying that Victor is still there. Takeshi occasionally looked at Yuri but didn't dare ask about what's wrong. They reached the inn.

Yuri jumped out of the passenger seat right after thanking Takeshi and dashed up the steps towards the front entrance.

He ran through the lobby, nearly knocking over a pair of tourists. His mother scolded him. "Yuri! What was that about?"

Yuri quickly apologized. "Sir, ma'am, I'm so sorry."

"Much better." His mother replied.

"Mom, have you seen Victor? We kind of had a little disagreement. I want to find him right now."

"What?! Little? From the way he walked in and picked up his things and signed out, he looked horrible!"

Yuri's fear came true. "Victor left?!"

Yuri's father entered the room, joining in on the conversation. "Just a couple seconds ago. Signed out, took his things and his dog too. Went down to the train station with a taxi."

Yuri didn't stay any longer to hear more. Despite his parents wanting to know what exactly happened. He barged out the front door just as Takeshi was entering.

"Takeshi! I'm really sorry about using you like this, but can you please take me to the train station?"

"Get in the car."

As they ran down the steps towards the place where Takeshi parked his car, Takeshi added. "You're owing me after this, Yuri."

"Yeah. I definitely owe you one." Yuri agreed.

Takeshi pressed the gas pedal and they drove down the road towards the train station. It was still early morning, so traffic wasn't too bad.

But still enough to slow them down every so often. Yuri impatiently tapped the glass on his side of the window. The light turned green.

They kept on driving down the road before making a turn that would lead them to the train station, which was in view by now. As they drove closer to the station, the light turned red again right at the intersection in front of their destination.

Without thinking, Yuri unbuckled his seatbelt and leaped out of the car. Takeshi called out after him, but he didn't listen. Yuri kept on running up the street. The train was scheduled to depart soon. If he could make it on time, he could find Victor.

Panting and sweating, Yuri rushed into the station, looking all over the crowded area filled with people. An eternity seemed to have passed when he spotted the sign that displayed the location of the airport.

Yuri pushed through the people and made his way towards the train. He catches a glimpse of Makkachin's furry brown coat amongst the sea of suitcases and people.

"Victor!" Yuri cried.

Victor did not turn around. The man quickly entered the train, disappearing once again. Yuri continued to push through the people but didn't see the small suitcase lying on the floor before it was too late.

He tripped and fell on his knees. His knees and hip throbbed in pain. Two men immediately asked if he was alright and helped him up. But Yuri didn't stop chasing.

Despite the ache in his hip, he limped after the train. Seeing the seat where Victor was sitting through the window. The train began to leave the station. Yuri limped alongside the moving vehicle.

He pounded against the window where Victor was sitting next to, desperately trying to get his attention.

"Victor! Victor!" He cried.

Victor gave Yuri one glance. His face didn't show anger or betrayal. In fact, Yuri couldn't tell what Victor was feeling right now. Other than the tear streaked face of absolute brokenness, Victor didn't express anything else.

Yuri continued to pound against the window as the train began speeding up.

"Victor! Victor! VICTOR!" Yuri was increasing his speed from jogging to running.

Victor simply shook his head in answer and looked away from Yuri, burying himself in his arms. The train left the station. Yuri slowed down to a halt, standing at the edge of the platform with his heart shattering into pieces.

Tears welled up in his eyes and spilled over his cheeks. But no sound was made other than his ragged breaths from running too much. Takeshi suddenly came up from behind and embraced Yuri in a tight hug. Yuri did not move from his spot nor did he return Takeshi's hug.

"It's going to be alright, Yuri. It's going to be alright." Takeshi comforted even though he has no idea what's going on.

Yuri fell to his knees and Takeshi tightened his grip on him so he won't collapse onto the ground. Everything began to operate again within Yuri's body as he brought a hand to his mouth, covering the sound of a sob attempting to escape.

More tears began to spill and his body began to shake. Gagging and ragged sounds came out as Yuri let reality wash over him.

Victor left him...he LEFT him! And it was all because of his actions.

Yuri wanted to help Victor more than ever, but in the end, it only caused Victor to be pushed farther away from him.

Takeshi tried to talk to Yuri again. "Yuri, please talk to me! What happened? I can't help you if you won't tell me!"

"Takeshi…" Yuri mumbled. "What have I done? I thought I had this all under control, but I was wrong! Wh—what am I supposed to do now? Tell me...tell me!"

Yuri fell to the ground, kneeling with his fists balled up and his face flat. Several people looked towards him, but Takeshi signaled them to leave them alone. With a gentle grip, Takeshi pulled Yuri back up to his feet and let him be supported against his own body.

"Come on, Yuri. Let's get you back home. You need to sort this out and this is not the place to be right now."

Yuri did not say anything as Takeshi dragged him across the train station and back to the car parked outside.

"Victor…"

Thanks so much for reading my story! Seeing those views go up every day brings a smile to my face. And btw, some of the dialogue in this chapter was inspired by a chapter in one of my favourite books Miles to Go by Richard Paul Evans (so props to him for parts of this chapter!)

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