Otabek,
So, you're gone again? You know what, I give up. I give up trying to communicate with you anymore, it just messes me up! I'm in counselling because of you, I'm in counselling 5 days a week! You're my boyfriend, not my psychological killer. Start including my feelings into your plan, in fact, you probably don't even think I'm real. All you see me as is a stalker, trashing your emotions with his dirty tricks. If this is some game to relieve your mind of the stresses of war, to give you a good laugh, then you need to seriously sort yourself out. I don't know why I'm even calling you my boyfriend, because this isn't really working, is it? I remember all those years ago, when I met you, I honestly fell for you in weeks. Turns out I thought I knew and loved someone who only cares about himself.
Dahsvidanya, Yuri Plisetsky, Age 20.
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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...
