🌊TWENTY FOUR🌊

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Yuuri follows his mom into the airport. The sea of people has his hands going numb. He doesn't want to be here. There's too many people. He can't breathe.

Nonetheless, his mom pulls him through the crowd. They walk toward terminal number seven. Yuuri glances around, looking at everyone around them. It's funny how everyone has a different life. How no one but them understand what's going on with them. That's how he feels. No one could understand how much his heart hurts as it dangles by it's seams. No one understands how much of a mess he is, contained only by the limits of his own body.

"Look! There they are." Yuuri looks, but at first he doesn't see anything. Just people. No one significant.

Until his eyes catch sight of platinum hair.

Instantly, Yuuri's running. All the anger and sadness in his heart dissipates, dried up by the heat of his now burning skin. He pushes past people, not caring anymore about how they might see him.

Viktor catches sight of him, a smile spreading across his face. His bags fall out of his hands, replaced by the most beautiful boy in the world.

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