When Yuri Plisetsky himself sees he has been defeated by his good for nothing, overweight japanese counterpart, the teen can't do anything other than flee. Run in shame with his head bowed, back to the airport to catch the next flight to Russia. Viktor probably didn't even realize he had been swallowed into the turbulent sea of misery.
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"I'm so fucki-fucking sorry.", Yuri hiccuped, apologising, apologising for acting like a brat, for thinking he was special to Viktor, for thinking Viktor cared. But most of all, Yuri was apologising for never having been good enough.
**THIS FAN FICTION CONTAINS NO CHARACTER DEATH**
***PLEASE DO NOT READ, IF TERMINAL ILLNESS UPSETS YOU***
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Yuri was halfway through his program, when he heard noise coming from the side of the rink. He ignored it at first, trying to focus on the next jump that he had to do.
He started to do his Triple Lutz-Triple Flip combination and glanced in Viktor's direction.
He never made the jump properly and fell against the boards. Scrambling to get up quickly, he skated over to the side lines and seen the other male collapsed onto the ground.
"Viktor!" The raven haired male went to his side and shook him gently.
Someone was calling his name, but Yuri didn't hear them clearly. He was trying to wake the other male up. He was starting to feel desperate and didn't know what to do.