"Mom, how much longer?" He whispered.
"A little more now keep quiet." Yuri sighed at the response. The boy knew as of now she wasn't fond of him, not after what had happened.
Finally, they were boarding the plane.
'Here's to a new life.' He thoug...
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make sure to read the a/n at the ending of the chap ty!! <3(not proofread)
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He didn't want to stand up.
The feeling of the cool tiled floor that was pressed against his back gave him a sense of ominous comfort. Yet, somewhere in his mind was yelling at him to answer the phone.
Standing up was a pain. Although the only self inflicted injuries were on his arms, the boy was feeling mentally drained. Yuri grunted as he held the sink for support.
At this point, the boy was surprised the person behind the phone hadn't ended the call due to him taking a while to even stand. Finally though he was able to get a hold of the device and without even checking the contact, he answered.
Not even bothering to announce himself, Yuri silently waited for the person to say something. He certainly was not in the mood for this.
"... Yuri?"
The second he heard the gruff voice, he immediately was snapped back into reality. Just now had he realized the gravity of his actions.
Victor had a weary feeling, 'Something isn't right' he thought.
With knees wobbling, Yuri hurriedly ended the call, not giving much comfort to the male. He rushed himself to the bathroom and threw open one of the white cabinets under the sink.
