Is it him, him over there who just entered. I can't make out who it is because my glasses are at the side of the rink. I can feel a strange atmosphere now, one that I only started feeling as he entered the building.
I skate over to my glasses and push them up my nose. I look over to the man, why does he seem so incredibly familiar? My knees feel weak. His hair... his hair is as silver as that medal I crave so badly, it glistens in the light as he helplessly flips it out of his eyes. Now I can see his eyes, they are as blue as the sky on those summer days that seem to last a lifetime.
Who is this person? Why is he looking at me? I think he sees me staring at him, I should stop looking at him and try to act cool. But I can't. My knees are shaking and my lips are quivering.
Who is he? Why do I feel so vulnerable? I hope I don't fall, although it does feel like my knees are going to give way.
Why do I recognise him? I see him tie his ice skates, I wonder if he's a good skater?
He's getting up, he's on the rink now; as soon as he set foot on the ice I felt completely hypnotised. He is skating so carelessly, one foot in front of another, closer and closer to me. Why is he coming over to me? An anxious, boring nobody? Oh! He realises I'm looking at him and he loses his balances and nearly falls. Am I putting him under pressure? I'll look away right now, I wonder if anyone has messaged me. I take out my phone and check. Nope! No one has messaged me, what did I say, I'm a boring nobody.
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Who Is He? / Viktuuri
Fanfiction"Victor... I love you." I sob. I can't believe how lucky I am. I hug him even tighter than before. "Please don't let go." Katsuki Yuri is casually skating on his home rink when he is greeted by a man from Russia called Victor. Yuri feels as if he ha...
