cigarettes // yuri on ice

f. vi

"You know those are going to kill you one day, right?"

The crickets were awfully loud this time of night. Maybe because it was their time, their spotlight until another full twenty four hours; until it turns the same time of night again tomorrow. And these crickets will continue to come back, and so will Yuri. Its what they had in common. Those hours where the crickets sang their hearts out is the same hours that Yuri sang his heart out for him. Endless nights, endless conversations, and sometimes no conversations at all.

But what was it all for? Why was he taking all the time out of his midnights to talk to a stranger who won't even reveal his name?

Call it one of those silly forms of love.