Perfection itself has fallen.
No one could forget it.

Viktor Nikiforov has fallen and everyone would remember it.

Viktor woke, sweat dampening his forehead. He panted as he dreamt of what happened three months ago.
Even though it was cold, he couldn't stop sweating.

'What's happening to me?'

Memories flashed one by one as he remembered the comments coming from the audience after he failed his signature and final move for the first time.

'No...not again'

Viktor ruffled his silver hair as he tried to remove the memory of his failure. As if slapping his head over and over would do the trick.

'These flashbacks need to stop'

'I have to see someone'

******

The following day arrived and Viktor glumly walked down the streets of Russia. The cold breeze tickled his face. People glanced at him along the way.

'It should be here somewhere...' the boy thought.

Then he saw it. Dr. Pitch's office. Viktor pushed the door open as he was greeted with beige walls, tan carpet, few couches and a clerk's desk in the middle of everything.

He walked to the desk and immediately, the clerk's head shot up. "Hello, sir...with who do you have an appointment with?" She looked at him-like to test if he was crazy or what.

"D-doctor Pitch," Viktor looked down as the girl stared at him. "He's free in ten minutes. Just sit down there and make yourself comfortable."

And so he did. He waited for a couple minutes while he played with his phone. Finally, he was escorted to Doctor Pitch's office-the American psychiatrist-who's office/room looked cozy.

"Sir," the girl coughed internationally as the dark haired male faced them.

"Mister Nikiforov, come take a seat."

Although his voice was soft and gentle, the man's stony face intimidated him.

******

Half an hour later, Viktor looked at the ceiling and only at the ceiling. 'They look like popcorn.' He tried to distract himself but it was no use. He had PTSD. A mental illness.

"How is that even possible?" He asked, thinking that all of this might be a mistake. A cruel joke. "Well....based from the series of questions that I gave you and the answers I received, I thought over your answers and this is where I landed."

"What can possibly give me that?" He asked once more as Doctor Simon Pitch, as he introduced himself, pursed his lips. "By that you mean post traumatic stress disorder?" Simon clarified and Viktor nodded.

"There might have been a traumatic event that happened in your life which caused this," Simon talked casually.
"Wow you're joking," Viktor looked at Simon, waiting for his cue to say "I'm joking."

That'll be really hilarious.

"Am not," Simon pressed.

"Maybe these would help..." Simon murmured to himslef as he wrote quickly on a sheet of paper and signing it in the end.

"Drink these meds and hopefully you'll be back to yourself," Doctor Pitch smiled. 'Do you mean sane?' The silver haired thought bitterly.

And so he paid for the drugs and consultation. It wasn't cheap but the way of fixing a fucked-up person, it's never cheap. Nevertheless, he listened to Doctor Pitch, took the meds, talk about those stupid dreams.

After finishing one of their sessions, Simon concluded that Viktor took figure skating so seriously that a simple fall left him traumatized.

'His heart...it's as fragile as ice.' Simon thought.

Days....weeks passed. For a quite subtle traumatic case like this, the doctor should notice  changes. But in Viktor's case, it got worse.

"Maybe you should leave the country for a while. Explore other countries," Simon looked into him as he shrugged.

"It's normal for me to travel a lot. Do you really think that'll help?" Viktor asked glumly.
"Well, I suppose if you check the tourist sights." And Viktor slumped on his seat.

The silver haired male huffed and slowly nodded. "All right then, where will you go?" Simon asked curiously. Viktor thought for a moment and said, "Japan would be cool,"

******

"Have fun Viktor!" Simon said as the said man's figure started to disappear. He got out his phone and dialed a certain someone.

"Hello Yuuri! You love skating right? And your idol is Viktor? Well he's going to your hometown. He kinda has a problem at the moment, mind helping me out just in case he needs it?Thanks. I'll send you his files later."

Author's Note

Hello my fellow History Makers, how did you like the chap?
Please comment down your thoughts :)
Majority of the chapter was written by Isabelle, but of course I did the editing.

Stay tuned for more chapters!

Jaa ne~