cigarettes // yuri on ice

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Yuri walks quietly to the bench right beside a sign that reads "bus stop". It was late, maybe too late to be going on the bus without suspicion. The dark sky was dotted with little white stars tonight, not many were out but the moon shined brightly, casting a pale dim light across the earth.

When he was about to sit down, he noticed another man on the bench. He was wearing an expensive looking suit and was in tears. Yuri gulped and sat as far away from him as he could, giving him some space.

Only minutes passed, but to Yuri it felt like hours. He wanted to say something, anything. His head was swimming with both questions and pity.

"H-Hi."