El último baile

El último baile

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¿Alguna vez has sentido que no tienes control sobre tu vida? o que de un momento a otro ¿Tu vida se va a la mierda? Así se sintió Yuratchka Plisetsky cuando recibió la peor noticia en su corta vida y ni siquiera tuvo la oportunidad de actuar. *Los personajes no me perteneces, son de Sayo Yamamoto, Mitsurō Kubo/Yuri On Ice* *La historia es mía* *Imágenes de Google*
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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.

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