Left Behind

Chapter 3

Yuri had no idea what he was expecting from himself anymore, he found that most days he was either at Minako's studio or sitting on the beach for hours alone with his thoughts. Which wasn't always a good thing because it always meant one thing. That his mind would drift back to Victor.

He knew that he was in the wrong, he knew it, but even still he had no way to apologize to him for the things that he had said. Nor did he know how he was going to tell him those things, after all, he was the one who had let himself be carried away with his emotions after all. It was his fault things had become like this with Victor, and there was no reason for him to even feel like the victim, or sad because that those things were said. He wanted to stop thinking about it but it seemed like all his mind could focus on was Victor and only Victor no matter how hard he tried to think of anything else it always went back to him wether he liked it or not.

He knew now that he had feelings for the silver-haired man, but he had ruined every chance he might have gotten to be with him on that one day. That one stupid day where he said things that he didn't mean all because he was upset, but that wasn't a reason to treat Victor in that way he knew that, but even when Yuri had tried to apologize he just kept walking away...so maybe Victor didn't care about him anymore...

Yuri knew that this was very unlikely but his mind jumped on that band wagon and rode it, all the way to hell and back.

'Victor never cared about you!'

'He was only using you to take a break!'

'He didn't even say goodbye to you why would you think that he cared about your feelings!'

'He left you alone crying on the beach for hours before you headed home, and he wasn't even there when you got there!'

'You disappointed everyone again!'

'Why are you such a disappointment!'

'Why!!'

Yuri shook his head in an effort to get rid of these thoughts, but it was not long before Yuri could feel the familiar constraint in his chest, and he felt as though he couldn't breathe. Everything was his fault! It was his own fault he lost the competitions, his own fault that he upset Victor and now he would never talk to him again, his own fault that he was like this! It was all his fault! He was nothing but a failure...and that was when he felt someone tap on his shoulder, but he couldn't register who it was.

Who was touching him? Where was he? Who was this? Why were they hugging him?! They smell so familiar but who is this? Who was the one holding him in his arms right now?

"Shhh...Yuri...It's okay Yuri...Take a deep breath with me. Good job Yuri. That is it just breathe Yuri."This voice was comforting and familiar, and Yuri felt that he had no reason not to listen to this voice they sounded familiar and he felt safe in his arms.

Yuri felt his breathing slowly go back to a more controlled pace, and his heart rate decreased and steadied to an even and healthy pace, and he slumped against the body that was securely holding him in his warm arms. It felt nice, safe even...

"Are you back with me Yuri?" Yuri only slowly nodded as he slowly drifted to sleep against the other man's shoulder. He was so tired, he knew that after anxiety attacks he was drained, and usually slept for hours on end without waking up once.

"Alright, Yuri get some sleep I will get us back to your house." He barely registered the person lifting him up, and carrying towards  where he assumed was his house, but in this moment he couldn't careless he felt safe, and he knew this person was familiar so he just allowed them to carry him back to where he assumed his house was.

When Yuri woke up several hours later he was no longer on the beach but instead in his own room curled up underneath the covers feeling more rested than he had in weeks. He slowly blinked as he took in his surroundings and got up to get ready for the day, but when he got into the dining room he was met with a sight he never once thought he would ever see again.

Victor was sitting at the table in the inns robes talking with his mother, and Yuri had no idea what to do or say as Victor turned around Yuri's brown eyes meeting Victor's ice blue ones, he was completely frozen under the gaze that belonged to no one other than Victor Nikiforov.