It's in the air. In Victor's voice, and Yuri's heart is in his shoes. The floor isn't nice enough to suck him down and envelop him.
Everything hurts, and the truth is brutal. It's always been brutal. Shameful. That's not new, is it? And yet nothing compares. It doesn't matter if there's a medal somewhere behind him, or a good portion of his body that hates him, standing here, standing still. That win, that pain. They don't exist next to those words in the air. His shoulders just crumple as his face gets so much hotter, no place to run, no place to hide, just that truth between him and Victor, like every other divide.
"Gomen," falls out of his mouth, incapable of being anything other than it's lost itself.
The level of how much he could make a fool of himself, in his life, defying new limits.
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Date: 2017-04-13 06:41 pm (UTC)It's in the air. In Victor's voice, and Yuri's heart is in his shoes.
The floor isn't nice enough to suck him down and envelop him.
Everything hurts, and the truth is brutal. It's always been brutal. Shameful. That's not new, is it? And yet nothing compares. It doesn't matter if there's a medal somewhere behind him, or a good portion of his body that hates him, standing here, standing still. That win, that pain. They don't exist next to those words in the air. His shoulders just crumple as his face gets so much hotter, no place to run, no place to hide, just that truth between him and Victor, like every other divide.
"Gomen," falls out of his mouth, incapable of being anything other than it's lost itself.
The level of how much he could make a fool of himself, in his life, defying new limits.