"What's your motivation to live?"
"I... I don't know." Yuri looked over at him. "Why do you ask?"
He just shrugged, or what Yuri assumed to be one. It was more like he got a violent chill.
"Are you.. okay?"
"Why do you care?"
Yuri bit his lip and looked down. It wasn't his place to care, nor interfere with the stranger's life; even if he was acting questionable.
"Because I ca-" just then the bus came to their stop. It was Yuri's time to get on. With eyes full of regret, he boarded the bus like he did every day, and just like every day he offered a small wave to the Russian.
He was always there when Yuri left.
He wondered what bus he rode, since as far as he knew no other buses came to this stop; his was the last one.
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cigarettes // yuri on ice
Fiksi Penggemar"You know those are going to kill you one day, right?" ♡ ; lower cases are intended // completed ; yuri!!! on ice fanfic
