"Only if we're drinking can you see my spark. And only in the evening could you give yourself to me. 'Cause the night is your woman, and she'll set you free."
4:25 pm
"No, Mari I'm fine." I spoke through the phone. I sat on the porch of the apartment. Not wanting to go in just yet. Not having enough energy to fake a smile and pretend that everything alright.
"I don't believe you." Mari shot back. "I've known you, your entire life Yuuri. What's wrong?" She demanded.
I sighed and rested my head against the railing. I closed my eyes, "Love hurts." I whispered.
"Oh Yuuri, how bad is it?" She asked worriedly. I could feel the sisterly love, feel the unconditional love that Mari had for me. Her heartbreaking.
I smiled, "Don't worry if it gets worst. When it does, I'll come back home."
"Don't do this to yourself!" Mari pleaded. "Please don't, you deserve so much more than this!"
"It doesn't feel that way. I got too greedy and I felt too comfortable." I opened and eyes and stared at the cold that was mother Russia. "I deserve this."
"Yuuri."
I cleared my throat and stood up, "I got to go. I'll call back soon, okay?"
"Yuuri!" Mari shouted.
"Bye." I hanged up and pocketed my phone. I wiped my eyes and entered the apartment with a smile on my face.
"Viktor!"