It's been three years since Yuri's death. Victor still hasn't gotten over it; he'll never get over it. He can't, even if wanted to. it just hurts too much.
He lives in his apartment alone with few visitors every so often. It would usually be Yakov or Yurio and sometimes even Mila. They all care for Victor and Victor cares about them too. Cared. The only thing Victor feels these days is emptiness. Numbness. He doesn't feel anything. Everything is bland and boring and colorless. Even his dog that used to bring him joy every once in a while just lays there collecting dust, not doing anything. The dog tried to cheer Victor up sometimes but nothing ever worked.
Victor went to visit Yuri's grave today. He replaced the once blue hydrangeas that are now dead with fresh new ones. He cleaned up his grave and sat there for a while as he thought to himself "what's the point of life now. I have no career, no love, no purpose. My time is over." And that's where he decided.
He handed makkachin over to Yurio for a night. Wrote a note and left it in his home.
Dear friends, if you're reading this, things have gone bad. I'm dead. I'm sorry if you're disappointed but I just couldn't take it anymore. I didn't have a purpose for living nor any need to survive. I was just there. Collecting dust and wasting space. Please take care of Makkachin. -Victor
He went to the ice rink and stood in the center of the rink. It was midnight now. Took out his glock 19, cocked it and pulled.
His body fell to the floor, limp and soon to be almost frozen, From the harsh Russian winter and the ice he had fell upon.
The man's eyes remained open, staring into the ceiling. Lifeless. Blood seeped out of his head, gun still in his hand.
A women screamed as she saw what had taken place behind her. She called the ambulance which arrived quickly. News soon broke and in no time there were reporters flooding the area. And in the back, far away from the ice, you could see Yurio and Yakov sitting, crying. Makkachin in their possession.
And that was the end if their simple love.
Their memory will carry on.
So long and goodnight Victor and Yuri.
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Victor X Yuri: Simple Love™
FanfictionSimple love; in which a darkness that consumes Yuri's thoughts get the better of him. Will his love for Victor take over his dark and sickening thoughts? Trigger Warning: Death, suicide, blood, depression. *edited by @/venusaesthete* *if a note has...
