Yuri Katsuki is an amateur figure skater who can't seem to live his life the way he wanted to after he graduated college.
His father, a retired figure skating champion, signs him up for the most elite training school, which he founded, located in t...
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The ocean really is beautiful.
It has the kind of beauty that is timeless and illustrious...........
With an appeal that's never forgotten and never over-exaggerated...........
And its different shades of blue and turquoise hues blend together in the current, the waves sparkling under the sun like diamonds and flowing smoother than words do off of a human being's own tongue.
And I guess I've never really noticed it until now, while sitting here on the edge of the shore with my feet in the soft sand and the morning sun touching down on my face.......
Listening to the sounds of the waves crashing down on the shore like a rhythmic melody and closing my eyes at the gentle push and pull, the water sinking into the sand and decorating the shells.
There are not enough words or powerful enough emotions to describe the effects of the ocean.
Words are always too vague and emotions are always too melodramatic.
But to me, the ocean is.........
Peaceful.
And simple.
It truly was beauty in its simplest and purest form.
And it was even better at 8 a.m. in the morning it seemed.
I had somehow walked down here naturally, like my mind and body would have suffocated without the smell of salt water and the mild heat of the sun.
But god, I wasn't complaining.
I was more than thankful to be out here.
It was easier and more desirable to have time to think for myself right now, as if it was impossible to do so in that resort.
And it really was.
It really fucking was.
It felt like, no matter what I did, I couldn't fall sleep in that cold hotel room.......
Even with those white, cotton bedsheets pulled over my shoulders and Victor's comforting arms wrapped around me.
I couldn't stand laying there on my pillow, trapped in my own thoughts that had purposefully imprisoned themselves within my head as I hopelessly tried to close my tired eyes.
My thoughts just couldn't make it outside of our bedroom window or past the high ceilings of our room to escape, which made it feel as if the walls were closing in on me.
