Yuuri ran down the street, his black hair bouncing. He didn't know what he was running for. It used to be Viktor. He would run as fast as he could to get back to him. But now, it was just to stay in shape. He used to run so he would look perfect for his coach. Now looking good in front of Viktor meant nothing to him.Viktor meant nothing to him.
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Yuuri had his feet up on the chair in front of him, his nose buried in his phone. He was scrolling through Yurio's snapchat story. There were pictures of him and Otabek on the ice. He stopped at a video of the small blonde boy skating to an unheard song. He was completely unaware of the broken man standing behind him. He remembered when he used to watch videos of Viktor all the time. But now, he could just go down to the rink and watch him if he wanted to. Of course, he rarely did that anymore. He didn't really do anything with Viktor anymore.
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When Yuuri skated, it was no longer to perfect his routine for Viktor. He didn't skate so that he could hear Viktor's sweet compliments. He skated for the world now. Well, he had always skated for the world; but his definition of 'world' had changed greatly in the last three years.
Yuuri loved the feeling of skating. He loved to feel his feet dance across the surface of the ice. He loved everything about skating. He loved the rythm. He loved the cold. He loved the circles and the jumps and the spins. He used to love practice. He used to rush to get there on time so he could see Viktor. But he saw Viktor all the time now. Maybe too much.
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Ghost
FanfictionViktor and Yuuri were inseparable for almost three years. But now, Viktor finds himself desperately in love with his soulmate who can't even look at him.
