Your blood 》Yuri On Ice

The broken and discarded

Yuri Katsuki

"Victor you're hurting me"

"I'm leaving Yuri. I can't stand the sight of you. You disgust me and you're not worth my time"

I wake with a start, almost falling off the bed as I clutch my chest.

That didn't happen Yuri. He only went out and you felt the bed shift late last night. He's here. He's not gone.

Or is he?

I could have sworn I felt him close to me last night, why isn't he here now?

Rubbing my tear stained eyes and pushing my glasses on, I exhaustedly walk into the living room and kitchen.

He's actually not here.

Don't panic Yuri. He's probably gone grocery shopping or something.

Everything is the same, nothing feels different other than the smell of absence and the cold scilence in the room.

And Makkachin. He never sleeps by the door.

As I cauciously watch Victor's dog something sparkly catches my eyes, when I move my vision up to the cabinet by the door I realise what it is; a golden ring shining under the morning light. Next to a piece of folded paper with my name on it.

This is not happening.

To prove to myself that Victor isn't leaving me I take reluctant steps toward the note and shakily open it.

Dear Yuri,

I'm leaving. Don't try to find me.

-Victor

"No no no no" the fluid writing blurs out of focus as I bring a trembling hand to my mouth.

All this time... all this time I thought he should leave. I thought he would leave.

Now that he has everything is falling around me. Everything is breaking inside me.

I drop the note and stumble backward, the room seemes to spin endlessly and I just want it to stop.

I can't handle this.

I can't breathe.

Desperately gasping for air I frantically search for my phone, calling my emergency contact as soon as I find it.

Please answer. Please don't be gone. Please... I just want to hear your voice, even if it's the last time.

Yuri on ice floats through the room from the kitchen. He left his phone.

Why would he leave and not take anything with him? Not even his phone or his dog?

He was that desperate to get away from me...

My breathing becomes even more laboured as I stumble to the front door, wanting air, needing air.

Ignoring that Makkachin has woken and is running after me I dash down the street in the clothes I fell asleep in and socks.

My feet scream at me every time I step on a stone or anything of the sort and Makkachin continuously barks after me but I dismiss it all as I push through the cold wind, running in a direction only my instincts determined.

When I get to the bridge by the beach my body abruptly stops.

This place has always made me feel calm but the way the sand and sea are twisting and warping in my vision is nothing but unsettling.