The Path to Victurri (UNDER HEAVY EDITING)

Chapter 7

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VPOV

I wasn't sure how long I was on the floor but eventually, Yuko came looking for me and Yuri. She saw me crying and rushed over, shaking my shoulders. "Victor! What's wrong? Where's Yuri, has something happened to him?" She asked, concern clear in her voice. I couldn't speak, in fear that if I did, I all that would come out would be sobs.

Instead, I slowly wrapped my arms around her torso and sobbed into her shoulder. For a second, she seemed surprised, but she gently rubbed my back saying, "it's ok. Your ok. Everything's alright." I shook my head until I finally had enough control over my self to tell Yuko what had happened.

The truth was painful and my voice broke several times, but she was paitient and listened to my story. When I was done, a few tears had escaped her own eyes as well. "Oh, Victor! I'm so sorry, that shouldn't have happened! What did that girl call you? She should know by now to leave you alone right?" She asked in a hushed tone.

I'd already made a decision, though, I'm leaving Japan. Tonight.

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YPOV

"I'm such an idiot," I groaned. Surely this was my fault right? Victor would never cheat on me, I just have to give him a chance to explain himself. I calmly walked to Victor's room, and opened to door. 

The room was empty. It was like it had never been lived in in the first place.

"What the heck?" I mumbled worriedly. Where are Victor's things? Surely he didn't leave. I looked around the room frantically, before giving up my pointless search.

As I turned back to the entrance of the room, I realized that there was a note written in Victor's handwriting taped to the wall. I ran over to the note and read it. When I finished I slumped down against the wall, and cried.

'What was I thinking? I just ruined my life and Victor's at the same time.'

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November 24, 2016

Dearest Yuri,

I have been such a pain, and I want to apologize to you. You've given me so many chances to do good, but I've done nothing to deserve that–to deserve you. I shouldn't have come here in the first place. So I've left. I've gone back to Russia to do something with my worthless life. Please don't come for me; I don't want to screw up anything else for you. I can only hope that Yakov will take me back, and that I could someday see you winning the Grand Prix Final. I'm so sorry Yuri, and I will always love you, no matter what. Thank you for this. Thank you for letting me experience what true love is.

Yours forever,

Victor

VPOV

I got back to Russia, after being on a plane for a few hours. As quickly as I could, I rushed over to Yakov's house in hopes that he was there. Luckily for me, he was. "Victor?" He asked yawning, "what are you doing here? I thought you just had to be a coach!" He sneered at me.

"I-I tired to be, but something happened, and I don't want to be in Japan any more. I know it's awful for me to ask, but will you be my coach again? Please?" I begged. Eventually Yakov gave up, and said that he would coach me once again. With that, I thanked him, and left to go back to my old house.