You deserve a break from all the sad stuff... Like really badly because I think I might've caused some of you some serious emotional trauma. This chapter will be Otayuri-focused so you all can get a break from Viktuuri~
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'I will never hear you say to me...I love you.'
'I-I... Oh god, you're right,' Viktor replied unevenly. He wanted to cry. He wanted to cry so, so much.
He couldn't. His eyes were dry, red, all the common side effects of prolonged crying. He was physically unable to cry now.
Yura observed this scene with silent pain. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but from the look of Viktor's face, she knew it was something devastating.
She turned to look at Otabek, who was quietly eyeing her. If he was surprised at being caught, it did not show.
Yura shifted her gaze to his hand, where he held his phone firmly.
'Otabek, I'm going to go get some work done. I'll see you later, okay?' Mila said quietly.
'How are you to get there?' Otabek replied, concerned. Mila smiled carelessly.
'I'll get a hackney carriage!'
Yura thought, what the hell is a hackney carriage!?
'I'll pay for the taxi, let me go with you,' Otabek replied slowly. He turned to Yura and asked, 'Would you like to accompany me? I am only delivering her to a taxicab. We can go elsewhere if you'd like. I believe we've been in here for quite a bit.'
Yura mulled this over in her head. She didn't want to intrude on Mila and Otabek's business, but she did not wish to stay in the too-bright hospital room. The air was heavy and black with sadness. She also figured it would be nice to go eat something.
'Sure. Phichit, I'll be back in a bit,' she looked at the Thai man. He nodded, then stood up.
'I'm going to go home and feed Makkachin. I might as well call Yuuri's family. They must be informed of this new development.'
Everyone walked out, leaving Viktor and Yuuri to themselves.
Before splitting ways, Phichit asked Mila if she would rather get a ride from him. She politely declined, saying the drive was quite a ways away.
After Mila and Phichit were gone, Yura stood outside the hospital with Otabek. It was quiet. That's not to say the quiet was uncomfortable. Rather it was a welcome silence, freeing in a way.
'Yura,' Otabek said after a few minutes, 'would you like to go eat something?'
'Okay,' she hummed in response. Otabek began walking and Yura followed.
They made idle chat and soon came to a crosswalk. It was a bit weird for Yura, but she shrugged off the discomfort. There were some eateries present.
'Alright, what would you fancy? Piroshky and Crêpes, The Tea House, or Hamilton's?' Otabek asked, reading off some of the places.
Yura supposed something sweet would make her sour day a little better.
'Let's go to the first one,' she smiled.
They walked to the quaint shoppe and sat in a comfortable booth near the back. A young man came to give them menus.
A while later, they ordered, and even later they were eating warm pirozhki and drinking tea.
'Yura... are you seeing anyone right now?' Otabek asked sometime after Yura had finished eating.
The Russian nearly choked on her tea, turning red at such a straightforward question.
'W-why do you ask?'
'Even if I've only known you for very little time, I've always thought we were alike. That's all. Now, are you going to become my girlfriend or not?'
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'Hah! What are you talking about?' Yura laughed airily. She was panicking a little bit. She didn't even know how old he was.
Otabek smiled. Something like a happy glimmer illuminated his dark eyes. 'I would like to draw more of you... I would like to have more of you.'
Yura looked at him. Honestly, he dindn't look much older than her. Seventeen, maybe?
'Okay,' she whispered, blushing.
Otabek took her hands, which were shaking a little, into his. He squeezed them softly.
'I will not harm you. I promise I will be here for you always. Trust me, okay? You have the eyes of a soldier. I don't think I'd have a chance against you either way,' he grinned.
He was showing emotions, and it was so unlike him, that it made Yura proud to have brought out a side of him which was probably difficult to get to open.
She leant over the table, placing her lips near his.
'But make sure I look beautiful, okay?' she said in a soft tone and kissed him.
