We walk through the streets of Barcelona. It's Christmas of course and it's exactly as imagined. People fill the streets to buy presents and occasional food. Viktor holds my hand tightly scared he might lose me in the crowd.
Don't let go of the me.
I won't.
I look around in awe, not even noticing Viktor has been watching me the whole time. Is there something on my face? I ask with a deep sigh as he shakes his head.
"You're beautiful Yuuri."
Me beautiful? Possibly not.
Viktor always compliments me, that's what's nice about him. He tries to make me feel better and I love him for that.
I love him anyway.
