numb // victuri

Sunday

Victor's POV

I felt so fucking shit.

Here he was, and the first thing that he could do when he saw me was just cry.

I guess me missed me...

I missed I'm too...

I forgot how nice it was to hold Yuri in my arms.

But it felt wrong.

He was cold, so cold. He felt bony and slim and his eyes looked dead. I didn't know what to do...

As I held him in my arms a bit longer and slinked my hand to the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head. Yuri, who wasn't expecting it, visibly panicked and yanked himself away. By now his shirt was in my hands, and his top half was completely exposed.

And that's when my heart dropped.