Making History Book 1 (COMPLETED)

Chapter 3

    My skates were sliding across the frozen rink, sweat dripping from my face even though my breathing was steady. My coach, yelling different things at me like "great job with that triple axel (y/n)!" Or, "that was amazing! Keep up the good work!". No matter what she told me, they were all encouraging things. For a minute, I actually thought to myself that I had the potential to win a gold at the finals.

    My training for my program ended, and now it was Yuri's turn. I got a chance to see him skate this time. It was only fair because he saw me skate a lot, but since he had to loose weight before Victor would let him on the rink, I never really got to see him skate. Victor let him on the rink last week. For the past few days I was practicing on the ice late at night and running up and down stairs early in the morning. What did I do in the afternoon? I went to see my father at the hospital and face timed my mom when she wasn't busy.

    I slid off the ice and got a drink of my water. Victor walked up to me, "That was amazing (y/n)! Great job, I know you'll nail it tomorrow at the first competition." He told me, smiling. His teeth were so white, shiny, and perfect. He was all just so perfect. Heck, his last name, Nikiforov, meant Winner in Russian. No wonder he was perfect.

    Wait, if I marry him, will I be perfect too? I need to snap myself out of these thoughts.

    I nodded a thank you back at him since I was still getting a drink of water from my water bottle. I finished it off and then watched Yuri begin to skate his program. This was the last time we would be able to run through them fully before the competition tomorrow, so he had to nail this. I watched carefully as he did almost every jump perfectly. It was the last jump. I studied his body movements as he slipped a little in his last jump but then got right back up. When he finished, I finally knew what his program meant.

    I watched him come off the ice and have Victor give him a little talk. His program; it is Eros. He said it was about Pork Cutlet bowls but I don't think that really is what its about.

    He took a seat on the bench next to me, "That was great Yuri! It is getting late so I'm gonna go home and get some extra rest for the competition tomorrow." I told him. "Bye," He said waving to me. "Bye Yuri, Bye Victor. See you guys tomorrow!" I waved goodbye to them all and headed to the hospital before going home.

    I walked up to the front desk and asked if I could go see him quickly before I headed home and the lady at the desk said yes but quickly. So, I walked down the long hallway to his room. When I stepped into his room, I could tell he had gotten worse. I pulled up a chair and sat down next to his bed. He was currently sleeping and had a breathing tube. "Dad..." I whispered, trying to hold back the river of tears that were gonna come.

    I tried so hard to keep them in but I let them come out of me. One by one, slowly tears fell from my somehow still sparkling (e/c) eyes. "Tomorrow is my first competition." I told him, stuttering a little bit because of the tears. I stared at him, hoping he would wake up and get better for me, but he never did. I looked down, my tears falling onto the floor. "I'm gonna win gold for you dad. So that you can get better, so that mom can come back from her business trip and see you again." I finished talking to him as the nurses came in and told me my visiting time was up.

    I went home and found a good luck text from Victor on my phone that I left at my house the whole day. Since we are boyfriend and girlfriend we have each other's numbers. I didn't reply because I was too sad. Mentally, I was not in a good state that night before the competition. I laid down on my bed, trying to fall asleep and ignore all the bad things in my life. For some reason, I couldn't get them out of my head but ended up falling asleep anyway.

Competition #1
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    Today was the big day. It was the first day of the competition. I had to wake up early to meet up with my coach and get ready for the competition. When we got there, I was still in a sad mood and my coach noticed. I was hoping no one would notice, especially Victor. I knew he would ask why I'm sad and then I would probably end up breaking down. My coach turned towards me and put her hands on my shoulders. I flinched a little bit, " Why are you so tense? Are you nervous?" She asked me worriedly. I shook my head, looking at the ground. "What is wrong?" She asked again. I guess she wouldn't stop asking until she found out.