All About Us [Yuri Katsuki x Reader]

129 - Road not taken

There was a certain melancholic feeling that resonated within whenever another day has come to an end. No more than a few hours ago had the sky been painted with an array of colors, a spectacle of orange, pink, red, and yellow. The time wherein the sun bids good-night to the horizon and casts beautiful colors over it so that it may not forget him before the next day is a rather bittersweet thought. And while the sun slumbered and the lights had long since faded, the night brought with her a matte, dark canvas with only the stars to be looked upon.

It was the perfect time to gather his thoughts together. 

People often make mistakes and one of them included confusing 'alone' with being 'lonely'. They were two completely different things. True, he was by his lonesome right now but it did not mean that he was lonely. In fact, he is anything but. The loneliest thing in the world is having to surround himself with the wrong crowd and he didn't do such a thing either. Instead he had surrounded himself with the exact opposite. He had chosen to be among those whom he also knew was going through a rough time. He didn't exactly know what was bothering them since he did not have the opportunity to ask and he did not have the opportunity to ask because the bartender had told him that he was already closing up for the night. 

Which brings him to his current position now, wandering about the near empty streets. 

He wasn't drunk by any means although he felt a slight buzz in his head. With each stride his mind became clearer than it was before, more sure, more resolute. It was as if the more distance he had put between himself and his temporary residence, the better he felt. The distance becoming an emotional chasm. It was a chasm that he was desperately trying to cross. As a gentle breeze caressed his skin, he entombed his bothersome thoughts far beneath the confines of his mind, willing himself not to think of such nuisances any longer. Then, abruptly pausing to close his eyes and take a deep breath of the night air, he steeled himself to think of where to go from now on.

As Victor walked, his hair was being gently whisked by the wind. He buried his hands deep in his pockets to hopefully get some feeling back in his chilly finger tips.

He had been out since early this morning, very much like the other previous mornings, and he has been on the move since then. He couldn't bring himself to sit still. His body would not allow him to do so and his mind would not let him rest. He had been far too busy getting himself lost in the city. He had been busy wandering and exploring every nook and alley. He wasn't afraid of losing his way. Because for now, walking had been a great medicine for him. There was nowhere else to go but everywhere so he decided he might as well do just that.

Without much of a thought, his legs had led him to the beach. The cold onshore winds that blew right through his sweater as he bowed his head to one side, closing his eyes to keep himself from its salty sting. He could hear the waves lapping at the shore its rhythm was much like that of a leisurely clock. Only it was the kind of clock that didn't tell time and did not tell you to rush ahead but instead entrances you with its calming sound.  His hair fell loose about his face, tousled and tangled but he did not mind it at all. Running a hand through his hair now would be a wasted effort seeing as the wind seemed to enjoy toying with him.

Some people would choose to go and be in the hustle and bustle of the city but he wanted the sand that felt soft underfoot instead. He would honestly want to go to the beach above any place else because it brought him closer, it brought him closer to home. He took a deep breath of the sea breeze and it was positively intoxicating, it was like an elixir. Even at the dark of night the view was still as beautiful as it would be in the daytime. The colors brought forth echoing memories from his childhood spent on the shore.

With every step, the sand shifted. With every motion forward there was some backward and down, just like walking in fresh fallen snow. Yet at the same time, it was unlike the crystalline blanket of white that came should winter time come. He rocked back on his worn heels, hands still deep in his jean pockets as he cast weary eyes into the nippy onshore breeze. There were a few boats that bobbed on the waves, most of their paint had gone dull because of the salty brine. Although he should really get a move on, he stayed. He was not ready to cast the scene into memory just yet.