A lone figure ran along the sidewalk. Otabek would have mistaken him for a motivated jogger, if not for the sinewy, fluid movements and familiar figure. He jerked his bike over, skidding to a halt in front of the runner.
Otabek's heart was pounding a sickening, dizzying rhythm, but he schooled his face into stoicism as he pulled his helmet off to get a better look.
"Yuri Plisetsky died two years ago," he growled. "What the hell are you?"
This story is complete and will update every Monday, Thursday, and Saturday. Content warnings: This story contains disturbing themes, semi-graphic depictions of violence and injury, discussion of mental illness, and a whole lot of angst.
It is just after the Grand Prix Final, and Yuuri and Victor have been dating for quite some time now. But Yuuri doubts that Victor loves him. Their love dwindles, and hearts are broken. Will they be able to fix it together? Or will their hearts be broken for eternity?