cigarettes // yuri on ice

m.

His obsession was cigarettes,

And Yuri's obsession was him.

"I just.. don't understand why he left. Just like everyone else in my life." He sighed shakily, a hot tear streaming down his face. "I guess I'm just unlovable." He bit his lip.

It was one of the first times Yuri has seem his flush pink lips without the accompaniment of the death stick. He realized how frail he looked without one of those death-defying things paired with him.

"I need a cigarette." He muttered after not getting a response from Yuri.

"..Please don't go."

"Ill be right back, I'm just going to stop at the gas station." The man said and got up slowly.

"Please don't.. you don't need it."