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'Ah.'
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'Yuri, I'm sorry.'
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'I'm so sorry...'
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'But I can't speak.'
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'My voice won't come out.'
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"You know," a smile crept onto his lips, "Someone told me that girls are really hard to understand." He tilts his head towards me, "When they say that they're fine, they're not."
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'He remembered?'
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He suddenly erupt with laughter, engulfing me with confusion. He turns to face me, pats my back and stands before me.
"(Y/N)," he reaches out, offering me a hand, "from now on, let's walk beside each other."
For some reason, hearing that made me feel at ease.
I felt happy.
So I reached out to grab his hand.
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But my voice was behind him, glaring and grinning at me. It's crimson eyes carved a sinister and different feeling.
But at the same time, I want to grab onto Yuri's hand. I want to push it away and walk beside him.
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'I...couldn't.'
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"(Y/N)," he leans in to grip onto my hand, "It's fine! See?"
This time, his blooming smile grew in me.
The monster vanished, and I had so much to say.
So much words clogging my throat.
But let's start from the beginning.
I want to tell him all about me.
Before his Grand Prix, let's have fun!
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"Yuri." He glances over. "Did I survive?"
Though he seemed to be puzzled, he pushes me lightly and replies. His voice ringed so clearly in my ears, "You did."
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"Thank you."
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Voice | Yuri On Ice!! | Yuri Plisetsky
Fanfic[HIGHEST RANKING] 1st in Yuri [HIGHEST RANKING 6/6] 1st in Mute From the void within my throat, a monster would crawl out. It have its own appearance. It have its own desires. It is my Voice. ********* (Y/N) is a cursed girl whose being control...
