Teach Me ⚣ Victuri

•I Won't Hurt You•

2 weeks later
8:30 p.m.

Victor's Point Of View

I leaned against the side of the rink and watched Yuri closely as his blades carried him across the ice.

And...

I did this every single day.

Because......that's all he would let me do now.

Just watch him.

And I had no idea why.

I mean, these past two weeks with him had been amazing.

When we sat in the bleachers of the stadium and watched Yurio win gold as my hand held his and our faces held smiles.

When our hands and our shoulders would lightly touch here and there, that being enough to set me on fire.

We would sit in Singer's after practice to just talk, exactly like the first time.

God, I loved sitting in that window seat as I listened to his soft, beautiful words echo in my brain.

We would still play around and tease each other during every practice whether it was private or open.

I looked forward to those moments every day.

So damn much.

And I wouldn't trade that time or those feelings for anything else in the world.

But....

It seemed that the more time we spent together, the more time he spent distancing himself from me.

Mentally, at least.

Physically, he was still there, right in front of me.

He was the same Yuri.

But his words were shorter, his glances were longer, and his smile was smaller.

And every time I tried to be let back in, he would shut me out.

He would just shut me out.

Every time I skated onto the ice, I did it with the intent to go out there and help him.

Which was something that he never had from anyone else.

I thought I was doing the right thing.

But when I would talk to him or show him something, he wouldn't acknowledge anything.

He wouldn't acknowledge me.

And ever since I saw him walk through those doors with those beautiful brown eyes and soft, ebony hair, all I've wanted was to be acknowledged by him.

His gaze, his words, his movements.

I craved them more than I craved oxygen.

Fuck, it was my oxygen.

And during these past two weeks, I had been running low on oxygen.

However, today was different.

He was shut off completely.

I could see it in his eyes.

They were tired and dark.

They were...sad.

It seemed as though he was a faucet that was completely broken.

Nothing was flowing out of him.

No passion, no words, no movements.

And it seemed as though I wasn't good enough to repair him.

.......