Yuri's Pov

  After a couple days of much needed rest, most of which consisted of me wrapped in Victor's arms, Victor told me that it was once again time to return to the ice.

  "The ice is calling both of us, Yuri. I know we could lie here all day, but just like actors are at home on the stage, skaters are at home on the ice," Victor whispered into my ear, his cold breath detectable against my skin.

And he was right; even if we did continue to bask in each other's company, away from everyone else,eventually,one of us would get restless. Looking up at his beautiful face as he was hunched over me on the couch, I reminded myself once more of how grateful I was to have him in my life. Over the past couple months, I felt myself evolving into the person that I was always meant to be, and Victor; he made sure that nothing distracted me from everything I could be. I loved him so much; he would never know to which extent. Endless. Taking his cheek in the palm of my hand, I held it fondly.

"Arigato, Victor".

"What for, Yuri," he mused, a light smirk appearing on his lips.

"I know I say it often, but it'll never be enough. Everything's just right when you're with me. And even when it's not..." I paused, looking up at his ever mesmerizing eyes. "...it's a little better."

Taking my hand from his cheek, he lightly kissed my palm. "Spasibo, lyublyu"(thank you, love)

Standing up from where he was lying beside me on the couch, Victor stretched his arms high above his head and yawned. Unexpectedly, Victor's phone started ringing, abruptly ending what I thought was a very elegant stretch. Maybe Victor would think I'm being silly,but I just can't help it; everything he does just........does it for me.

"Chris,it's been a while. What's the matter? You sound strange. Chris, I....yes,of course. I...I wish you had told me. Oh my gosh, Chris..."Victor said in between sobs over the phone. All the while,I wanted to comfort him, but I had no idea what was going on. As I watched  Victor end the call, for a moment, I could tell that whatever was wrong had really affected him. Rising to my feet, it wasn't a minute that passed before Victor lowered his head onto my shoulder to release the overwhelming feelings that had steadily been building up inside him. Before I could even ask what was wrong, I could feel it. Feel his cold, wet tears seep through my shirt, feel his body shudder against mine as I wrapped my arms around him. He was so upset, I couldn't think of a single thing that could console him right then... so I just held him. As his hands clung to me, all I could think about was what was really happening in Switzerland. What could be so bad that it would leave Victor in such a state of despair?

What happened, Chris?

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Chris's Pov

As I look down at what I'm holding in my hand, the object is blurry, so out of focus, but still very familiar. All I have to do is wipe my eyes to see it better, but I don't want to. I don't want to accept what's happening. I don't want this moment to happen; I just want to wake up from this. Last night, I had such a beautiful dream. I was lying down on something cold and hard, but the discomfort didn't bother me. The magnificent, blue surface went on for miles all around me, just like the crystal clear sky above me. What made that day extra special, though, was that you were there with me,I sobbed in my head, lightly shaking the warm object in my hands. Blinking hard, I let the cold, salty droplets fall from my eyes as I spitefully rubbed them away.
"You were there with me!!!" I blustered angrily as I fell to the feet of her bed. Before I knew what was going on, I felt someone behind me, trying to coax me into letting go of what i was holding. What did they think I would do-hurt my grandmother? Except I couldn't leave her; not for one moment. The nurse behind me was persistent, though. I knew that she would eventually call some sort of guard to have me escorted out unless I complied, but she just didn't get it. How could I be anywhere except where I was right now? Holding the precious, little thing to my face, I could feel the exhaustion; like it became a part me. I'll be back, I swore to myself as I left her room. Maybe I can't be beside you in this moment, but soon. Don't worry.

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Victor's Pov

Opening my eyes, for a moment, I didn't know where I was. It was dark outside; how long had I been asleep?  Looking to the side, I recognized Yuri's cobalt blue sweatshirt against me, could feel his warm breath against the side of face. We were in his room, which was a nice change. I wished it could stay like this; the blissful atmosphere, being in Yuri's arms, but before I knew it, the event that had occurred in the living room came rushing back like a storm in a stage that is yet to be felt by anyone. It was as if Chris was my parabatai; our emotions were synchronized. I couldn't explain it, but I  knew that Chris was angry right now. I would be angry too, but I couldn't risk letting any of that anger out on Yuri, so I just closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
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