Victuri: Walls ✔️

Chapter 32

I woke to the familiar scent of honey and lemon that I associated with Lucas and when I opened my eyes I realised we were back in his small house.

I pushed myself up through the headache and walked downstairs and towards the faint sound of sizzling.

"I made you breakfast. Nice and greasy, should help with the hangover."

"Lucas look I-"

"Yuri called, I thought you'd like to know." He cut me off.

"Can we just talk about this?" I plead.

"Eat up first, then we'll talk." He says handing me the finished plate of food.

I sigh taking the plate and sitting up the table, slowly devouring the meal as Lucas just sits watching me.

Once the last morsel of food is gone I place my fork down, breaking the heavy silence with a small clatter. "Lucas...I'm sorry," it's all I can say. What else is there to say?

"I know." 

"Do you hate me?"

"No, I never could." He sighs and takes in a shaky breath before continuing, "I knew what I was getting myself into, it's not like yours and Yuri's relationship was a secret after your little outburst with JJ."

I feel my face heat up and I look down to avoid his gaze but he stops me and forces my eyes back up to his.

"I thought...Ahh...I don't know what I thought...that maybe with time you would grow to like me as much as I liked you..." He pauses again and I want to reply but am unable to, "You should go to him."

My face drops and I remember the party, his mother, the angry phone call, "I can't."

"What do you mean? you wanted to last night."

"He's better off without me..."

"You honestly think that Nikiforov?!" I answer with a small nod, "Do you remember Yuri's life before you came into it because I do."

"What do you mean?" 

"Last year I would pass him in the halls and see bruises painted all over his skin; he would never look anyone in the eye and just keep his head down; at lunch, he always sat alone at a table eating, or he wouldn't even have lunch because some jerk stole his money." Lucas' eyes were full of pity and my heart ached for the raven-haired boy. "I know you only moved here recently but I've known Yuri since he was in Year 9, since he was 13...his life had always been like that, until...until you!" 

"Why are you telling me this?" I sniffle, tears beginning to brim my eyes.

"Because you're an amazing person Victor Nikiforov and you deserve to be happy...even if it isn't with me." 

I softly shake my head and let the tears trickle down my face, "You're wrong..." He takes my hands in his and kisses my knuckles softly.

"So you're not the person that saved him from his bullies? You're not the person that cared about him when he thought the whole world was against him? Victor," He smiles sweetly at me and wipes the tears from my eyes, "go to him."

"How can you say that?" I question looking straight into his soft green eyes causing him to shuffle in his seat.

"Because I love you..."

My heart pounds in my chest and I stand to embrace him, I pull him close and whisper in his ear, "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"I know you are, it's ok, I forgive you."

***

I change into some presentable clothes and Lucas helps me pack my small bag.

I begin to walk out the door when suddenly I feel his hand clamp around my wrist and he pulls me into a soft kiss, "Thank you Nikiforov."

"I'll see you around," I reply smiling sweetly and wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him in for one last hug.

With that, I leave towards my rust bucket of a car and take one last look at the small house and the man with green eyes and chestnut hair, dressed in his pyjamas. The man I will never see like this again. But its ok, because I'll get to see something better, my Yuri...

A.N. Is it bad that writing this made me kind of sad?

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