Hard Times But Light Endings

Inside A Child's Mind

It's been nine months since that fateful night, and things had surprisingly gotten a bit easier for Yuuri after he made his decision. It was either his son's future, or his marriage with Viktor, and only one could be sacrificed. Yuuri chose the latter, and left the alcohol loving Viktor. It wasn't even a marriage anyways. It only felt like one on their wedding day. The feelings Yuuri once felt like screaming to the world as they blossomed have now wilted and aren't even whispered to a ghost town. Anyways, divorcing Viktor might have been the best decision Yuuri has ever made. He felt more free without being chained down to a marriage with Viktor. He left the town they both lived in with Yurio in his arms, and found a well paying job the same day he got to a different area in Russia.

Yurio wasn't as thin as he used to be, and now had tons of fitting clothes, cat plushes (those where his favorite toys), and even his own bed with a nice warm blanket that covered him perfectly. He didn't have the look of woe in his eyes anymore, and that was what made Yuuri the happiest. Yurio wasn't sad at all when Yuuri told him that Viktor wasn't going to be with them anymore. It wasn't much of a surprise, seeing as how the two never communicated when they lived together.

Yurio still struggled making friends, but that was more due to him snapping at everyone he met in his school. Yuuri knew that he would make a friend one day though, and when that day comes Yurio will be even happier than he is now. For now, it seemed like Yurio's only friend was Yuuri himself.

~~Yurio's POV~~

I don't understand why no one in my school talks to me. I try my hardest to be friends with them, but not one person will even look at me. Even the teacher avoids me. I guess it could be since I always get mad at them. I don't mean to though, I just can't control how I feel sometimes. The reason why I can't...my parents divorced. I acted like I was fine when папа Yuuri told me I wouldn't see папа Viktor anymore.

"папа Yuuri, where's папа Viktor?" I asked, having just woken up in my father's arms. We weren't in our tiny bed, and we weren't in our tiny home. папа Yuuri was holding me closely to himself as he walked. I didn't know where we were going. I didn't know WHY we were going.

"папа Viktor won't be with us anymore, sweetheart." папа Yuuri said, and I heard his tears when he said that. "Why?" "Your father had to go somewhere else to get better. I don't think he'll come back." I felt something wet fall onto my hair, and when I looked up at папа Yuuri, he was crying. I wiped away some of his tears with my tight sleeves. I didn't say anything to him, I just stayed there, trying to stop the tears from falling.

It's been so long since that day, and папа Yuuri wasn't lying. папа Viktor didn't come back, but we at least kept a picture of him around. папа Yuuri gave me one to look at if I ever missed him, which I always did, but I didn't want him to know.

I'm sitting on one of the swings during recess, and just feeling sad over both of my папа. How much more pathetic can I get?