"I just want it to be perfect.
To believe it's all been worth the fight."
3:00 P.M
"Yuuri, I'm back love." Viktor shouted closing the front door behind him. I took a deep breath and prepared to start acting like a doll in a dollhouse.
"I made you something." I smiled, bringing a tray of pirozhki with me to greet Viktor at the door. Like a good little housewife.
Viktor grinned, it didn't quite meet his eyes though. "Oh, Yuuri your so precious. I love your cooking!" He spoke, taking one. "Delicious." Viktor walked passed me after giving me a wet kiss on my cheek.
"Let me do the laundry." I quickly said, placing the tray on the table. I removed Viktor's coat, ignoring the pink lipstick smudges. "Just rest." I whispered pushing him onto the couch.
"What's the occasion?" Viktor chucked, sliding his hands over my thigs. I bit back a cry, how many times did he do this to others?
"I just wanted to apologize, I love you."
Viktor hummed and sealed our mouths with a kiss.
It's bittersweet.
I love you, and I can't let you go. I don't know how.