Glass Hearts ⸢viktuuri 1/2⸥

14. Regret

Unfortunately, life is not perfect.

Unfortunately, accidents are not totally avoidable. 

Unfortunately, Viktor regrets not being able to have warned him. 

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'Yuuri, Yura, Phichit, hurry!' Viktor shouted as he ran down the street, laughing. Someone had found him and Yuuri in the closet whilst they were snogging, and they'd been kicked out. Yuuri had to text Phichit the embarrassing message and the Thai man had informed Yura (and Mila & Otabek) about it, then left. Though Yura first purchased a drawing of her face at a flattering angle and gotten Otabek's number so they could keep in touch.

'We would if you didn't run so damn fast! I'm wearing heels, you know,' Yura yelled angrily, hobbling down the street, far behind the other two. She finally let out an exasperated sigh and took off the evil footwear, then broke into a sprint.

Viktor stopped at a crosswalk, looking fixedly at what was on the other side.

It was Yakov's Cafe.

'Guys, we should totally come back later tonight and vandalise this place,' Phichit smirked.

'I'm completely okay with this,' Yura grinned, sending a quick glare in the offensive shoppe's direction.

'Guys, that's a bad idea,' Yuuri cut in before their plans could solidify any further. Viktor said something by way of agreement, though he was clearly doing it only to please the Japanese man.

'You're no fun. Why can't you relax sometimes?' Phichit groaned exasperatedly. Yuuri sent him a pointed look.

Phichit held up his hands in defence and responded, 'Just saying.'

Viktor grabbed Yuuri's hand, taking him by surprise, then started walking further down the street.

'Where exactly are we going?' Yuuri asked as he was dragged along.

The other two were now engaged in some kind of conversation about anime or something like that, and they lagged behind a bit.

'I saw this frozen yoghurt place when we were on our way here, and we should totally check it out!' Viktor squealed delightfully.

Yuuri rolled his eyes at his boyfriend's antics but followed anyhow. He realised they'd left his car parked at the exhibition centre and he groaned internally, knowing they would have to walk all the way back to the place to get it.

They reached the end of the street and stood before a crosswalk once more.

'We gotta wait for those slow-pokes,' Viktor hummed before turning to look at the approaching couple.

'Far out! I ship them too,' Phichit spoke animatedly in return to something Yura had said.

Just then, a group of people rounded the corner, and one young man, who spoke loudly and haughtily, took one look at Yuuri and Viktor's entwined hands and frowned distastefully. 

'Look at those fucking faggots,' he spat.

Phichit and Yura happened to have reached the couple by now, and Phichit's face grew red.

'Oh look, now there's a fuckin' tranny. He must be confused. Doesn't anyone know there are only two genders? People who say there's more than one are obviously retarded.'

Yuuri and Viktor looked surprised, Viktor even a little offended. Yura looked... hurt.

Phichit was burning with anger.

'Listen here you freaking stupid square piece of shit,' he yelled, unrestrained anger lacing his voice.

The man, who had an undercut, and a pair of shades resting on his head, raised an eyebrow.

Phichit was trembling with anger. He was trying his hardest to breathe evenly, and his eyes were full of fire. If he could, he'd probably shoot that guy dead.

'Get bent.'

The man chuckled. 'Look, Isabella. These fags even have lame comebacks.'

Isabella nodded, but there was a pained look on her face. She turned to the man and said, 'Let's go, JJ. We're gonna be late for the cake tasting.'

JJ sent the group another look before walking on with Isabella and the rest of their little followers.

Isabella turned to the four, mouthed 'I'm sorry,' with an apologetic look on her face before turning sadly away. So she was a decent person. Yura thought she deserved someone better than JJ. 

Yuuri let go of Viktor's hand. He was tearing up.

'I-I need to be alone... I'll see you guys later,' he managed to say,  his voice breaking at the end.

Viktor turned to stop him but Yuuri had already begun walking.

A single moment. That's all it took.

Viktor was shouting, but Yuuri could not hear anything. Everything was muffled, his voice was barely audible over the sound of something rushing at him. He could hear Phichit and Yura too, but they too were only a distant buzz in his head.

A loud, blaring noise kept reaching his ears in a rhythmic way. It was seductive, it was faint. 

There was only the vague feeling of something smashing into him, breaking his bones, breaking him. His ears hurt. His eyes closed.

Everything went black.

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guys, here's the update. I didn't want to totally kill you yet so I made this chapter vague and as unintentionally painful as possible. Nobody is going to die, I'll give you that, so you don't go paranoid thinking Yuuri is going to die. Hell no. 

literaltrashmate, I did this for you. You've been here for every chapter, as have so many other readers, but you've somehow struck a chord with me. You're amazing <3

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PLEASE DON'T WORRY. PLEASEPLEASE WITH CHRIS AND HIS POLE ON TOP.