As Otabek walked back to get at least 20 minutes sleep, he could see rows of horses being led around the trenches. That was when he knew, the cavalry was here. As he dozed that evening, he dreamt of Yuri standing before him with a bright smile on his face. He dreamt of meeting Yuri and getting to embrace him, getting to kiss him. He dreamt of them just getting the rare chance to be Otabek and Yuri in one another's company.
"This life of yours will have a breath-taking view, lapushka." His mother told him when he was just a baby.
"You'll go to such great heights... My son. So high that no-one will be able to tie you down. You're already flying high, prepare and anticipate to fly higher." His father assured him when he was only 8.
As a result of these memories and dreams, Otabek woke up in floods of tears. Instead of great feats, like his father had told him, fate had dragged him down to hell. He felt self-deprecated, and only wanted to hold Yuri's hand... And never let go.
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Otayuri: Letters | ✔
FanfictionWhat started as an assignment that catered only to his education, the letter sent by Yuri seemed to reach someone who soon would come to be very special. Love seemed forbidden when the war began, however. They wondered if it was worth continuing the...
