I was out there on the ice, skating my best, but all I had on my mind was that I was a horrible person. Right now, I was putting skating in front of my own mother, someone who has raised me and has been there for me, even when father died.

         My red mask blocked my vision slightly, but I still skated like I normally would.

           In the corner of my eye stood Victor, waving and cheering me on whole Coach was watching me silently with a proud gaze.

             I stopped when the music did, small beads of sweat dripped off my chin, but my breathing was fine. Clapping formed around me and I knew I should be happy, but I couldn't muster a smile.

            Victor was cheering louder, a giant grin on his face and Coach was no where in sight, probably calling his wife.

            Getting off the ice, I took off my skates and checked out my slightly bruised feet.

             "You did amazing!" Victor gave me a hug from behind. "Thanks," I blushed and was glad he couldn't see my face.

          * * * *

             I stood in front of the crowd, a gold metal was placed around my neck, shimmering in the light. Promising myself not to cry, I let people throw roses at me, though, it was annoying when they hit me in the head.

            "Nice skating... for a female," a guy who had the silver metal winked at me, "what cha secrets?"

             "I have none..." I looked at Victor, who was talking on the phone, "now I must go."

              Victor had started to bite his nails by the time I had gotten over to him. He was talking urgently and his eyes were slightly watery. His gaze snapped towards me in a second and he grabbed my shoulders.
              "We have to go, now!"

          "What's wrong?" I felt scared. Victor has never been so freaked out before, at least not in front of me. "It's your mom... Yuri said that the nurses just told him that she might not make it..." he was shaking.

           "...Let's go then!" I grabbed his and Coach's wrists and dragged them outside, grabbed a taxi, and headed towards the airport. My heart was hammering and I felt light headed.

           "-(Y/n), stop!" Victor pulled me into his arms before I dragged them into the airport. "You're hyperventilating."
           That's why I feel light headed... I calmed my breathing, which wasn't easy, and we walked inside the airport. Coach bought the tickets and now all we had to do was wait for the plane, which was tomorrow...

             Victor had finally pried me away from the balcony and coaxed me to lay down. Now I was laying next to him, my back pressed against his chest and him gently hugging my waist. His breathing was calm, telling me he was asleep, and though I was extremely comfortable, sleep never came easy.

* * * * * *

           Sitting at the airport, we were waiting for the plane. Coach had bought us waters while we waited because it was scorching hot in the airport (and outside).

          The plane couldn't have arrive any slower, I thought tiredly as we- finally- boarded the plane. Though, inside I knew we would have to make another trip to make it back home.
          Victor helped me to sleep on the plane, which sped up time and we were almost to a small city in Korea where we'd be stopping until our next flight tomorrow to Hasetsu, Kyushu, where I lived and where my mom was stationed at the hospital.
          

* * * * *

          Moonlight shimmered through the hotel's curtains, giving me enough light to see Victor, "Victor?"

           "Hm?" He yawned, his blue eyes opening slightly. "W...what if mom's dead by the time we get there?" I felt my eyes start to tear up. He didn't say anything, just moved a hand from my waist, started brushing my (h/c) hair and placed a kiss on my forhead, leaving his lips there. The way his breathing steadied told me he instantly fell back asleep.
               Sighing, I listening to his heartbeat and gentle breathing, helping myself get to sleep.
              

* * * * * *

             We sat on the plane, the warmth inside gave me a headache, and sleeping didn't help, just made me feel even more miserable.

             Looking out of the planes window, thoughts were running through my head.
Will I make it in time?

Will she be mad because I didn't go back right away?

Will she remember me?