How It All Began

The Truth

One week later, it's the second round of the Grand Prix and Yuri is still not speaking to Victor. No matter how much he tries to convince him that he never sent that text, Yuri doesn't believe him.

Victor is coaching Yurio at the ice rink. He's staring into the distance, not paying attention to anything around him.

"Victor"

" VICTOR "

He snaps back into reality.

" Sorry Yurio, what did you say? "

" I asked if you were okay "

" No, I can't stop thinking of Yuri, I want him back, I didn't do anything, I've been framed and he won't listen to me. "

" Let me try and talk to him. He might listen to me "

" Thank you, Yurio "

Yurio puts his jacket on and leaves the ice rink. He pulls his phone out and calls Yuri.

" Hello? "

" Hey Yuri, where are you at? "

" At home, why? "

" I'm coming over, I need your opinion on an outfit. "

He hangs up the phone before Yuri can say no to him. He doesn't need help from Yuri, but he knows if he didn't lie to him, he wouldn't let him go over.

He gets to Yuri's house and knocks on the door.

Yuri opens the door and he walks in.

" Wow, small house, Yuri. "

"Maybe, but it's home. "

He follows Yuri into the living room and sits down. He gets Yurio a glass of water and places it next to him on the table.

" Thank you, Yuri. "

" You're welcome, so what did you need my opinion on? "

Yurio pulls his phone out and starts showing Yuri random outfits he found online.

" Which is better? "

" Don't you have your own personal stylist Yurio? "

" Yeah? What's your point? I want your opinion instead. "

Yuri takes Yurio's phone and starts scrolling through the photos of the outfits.

" This one. "

Thank you very much! I like it! "

He puts his phone back in his pocket and sits down on the sofa.

" So, how have you been, Yuri? "

" I'm okay, I've just been practising non-stop for the finals. How have you been? "

" Good, yeah, I've been okay. "

Everything goes silent. Yuri is just staring at the floor and fiddling with his fingers.

" So, erm, how's Victor doing? " Tears started falling from his eyes.

" If I'm honest, Yuri, he's not good. He's getting by, but he's lost without you. He's been framed. He doesn't understand who has set him up or why, but he hasn't done anything. "

" But there was proof of it, Yurio. "

" Can I have a look at the text? "

"Yeah, sure, here you go. "

He takes his phone out and brings up the photo, showing Yurio.

" That's not Victor, Yuri. He doesn't text like that and he would never say anything like that about someone, not even about someone he hates. That's really not him. "