cold cold // yuri!!! on ice

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can you feel my heart
like you feel the ice?
cold, cold, cold.

it was 9:02am when i entered the ice rink for the first time. my mom needed her purse or something. so i stomped all the way downtown clutching her stupid handbag, just wishing to get home as soon as possible. that didn't happen.

she thanked me. she introduced me to her friends. then she told me to stay. hell no.

"a few minutes can't hurt! come on, sweetheart; have some fun!"

i had been having fun. in my room without any human interaction. i really hated people.

she rolled her eyes and scolded, "just grab some skates and run around a while. at least try for once."

all her friends had idiot faces with puffy lips and sunken eyes. they wouldn't stop staring.

fine. i'll try i guess.

i remember the shoes being too big, the laces all stringy on the ends. also all the three year olds crying in the background while i sat on a piece of old gum.

pale anger made me shuffle my way onto the ice, too absorbed to realize that i had no idea how to ice skate. furthermore, my first move was falling flat on my face.

my hands shook against the frozen surface. it was so solid and safe. my nose cracked and blood dripped down to the blue tainted ice.

it's been three years since then. i haven't stepped foot on the ice again.

the clock flashes 9:02am. shivers pulse through me.

that's when the tv flashed and a man took the screen. my eyes widened, ramen dripping from my fork.

he moved as one with the cold ground, twisting and turning like smoke on the air. he was the ice. strong and safe.

idiot, i thought, noodles slipping over my lips. don't fall in love with fictional characters again. .