The Morning After [Victuri] ✔️

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I honestly couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Yuri! I told you to go and pack your things."

My mind was blank, unable to comprehend the words that were being said to me. It was as if my whole world was falling apart, and to a certain extent, it was. If I were to do as my mother had instructed I would be losing everything. My friends, my school, everything that mattered to me - Victor.

"Yuri!" She shouted again and I finally snapped out of my daze. Her stare was furious and I didn't have it in me to argue, there was nothing I could do. So with the bounce in my step long gone I trudged my way out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

When I reached my small room the first thing I did was look around the pale walls, searching them and taking in every little detail which I had spent the last ten years or so overlooking. The corkboard above my bed housing many memories of this place, carelessly pinned in a beautiful mess. One of me and Phichit, just small children down at the beach, playing in the sand, not a care in the world. Yet here I was years later, the day before my birthday and quite possibly both the happiest and saddest day of my life.

I slumped down onto my bed wrapping myself in my duvet and allowing tears to seep from my eyes. My whole world completely silent until a buzz caught my attention from my back pocket. Slowly I sat up and wiped the water from my eyes before pulling my phone out of my pocket.

Victor:
Hey, it's Victor. Just wanted to check everything was ok after you ran out earlier?

I sniffed, unlocking my phone and quickly typing a reply before hitting send and collapsing back into the comfort of my bed.

Me:
Can we talk please, in person, tonight?

It was a few moments before I heard my phone again and looked down at the bright screen.

Victor:
Ok, where and when?

Me:
Can I come to yours?

Victor:
I'll be home all evening, dinner at 7 if you want?

I smiled at the thought of us finally being able to talk alone for more than fifteen minutes.

Me:
That'd be nice, thank you.

With another sniff and wipe of my eyes, I rolled off my bed and pulled a suitcase from under my bed, flipping it open and beginning to pack. I knew I was going to need more than one bag to fit everything I needed in but nevertheless, I started with clothes, afterwards moving onto other things I may need within the first week or two once we had arrived back in Japan. And the rest I supposed would have to be packed away in boxes for a longer shipment.

By the time my bag was packed, the hour was already nearing six - Victor's house was maybe a twenty or thirty-minute walk away. I looked back up to the walls of my room, all the pictures I treasured so much now stuffed into a box and rammed inside the suitcase. And I couldn't help but wonder what the space would look like completely empty, with not a trace of Yuri left.

Shaking my head out of the thoughts I turned my attention to the window, an escape route I always knew I had but up until this point I'd had no use for. Except for this time I thought it would be better if my mother didn't know I was gone. So I pulled up on the wooden frame until the gap was large enough to fit through before slipping out onto the roof and climbing down to the safety of the ground.

I checked my phone one final time before starting the treck to Victor's.

A breath of fresh air was nice, the snow had not yet cleared from yesterday and focusing on my breath, the cold wind and keeping warm kept my mind off things. At least to a certain extent. But one thing did still plague my mind; I didn't know how I was going to break things off with Victor, it would be unfair to keep him involved in something that could only ever last a few days, and so I knew I had to.