"To think all it took was beautiful skating to get where we are now," Victor laid a gentle kiss on my lips.
            I smiled and thought back.
        All it took was beautiful skating.

       "-My skating Princess," he grabbed my hand and took me on a walk. Life could be better, but he could be worse. All I know is that I love Victor, and Victor loves me.

          The sun shone through the white curtains, being in fresh Russian sunlight into the bedroom full of boxes. On the bed was two bodies. One had (h/c) hair, which was in a messy ponytail and the other had silver hair.

            "(Y/n)?" The silver haired man yawned, gently caressing his fiance's arm. The female stirred, tiredly opening her (e/c) eyes, letting them adjust to the bright light.
              "Yes, Victor?" She yawned and nuzzled into his chest, not wanting the warmth to leave.
              "Wanna go skating?" He pushed his bangs away from his eye, a small smile tugged at his lips.
              "Would I ever!" She instantly sat up and black danced in her eyes, but she recovered quickly. The sheets fell off of her, but she didn't mind the exposure and went to get ready.

             Skating was her life and forever will be. Skating is Victor's life and forever will be.

              "Will my Skating Queen hurry in the shower?" Victor called from the other side of the door. "Nah! I'll take long just because of that, besides... aren't I your skating Princess?" she giggled and started washing her hair. The door opened and Victor jumped in, "then I'll join you. I don't wanna take a cold shower," he smirked, ignoring my question.

             Yeah... life was good... couldn't get better... well scratch that... it could... but only if people could come back alive.

            Winning two small competitions and two Grand Prix in the three years she's started competing, she was considered amazing. Not as amazing as Victor, but pretty close. Okay... not close at all... but cut (Y/n) some slack. Victor has been competing longer.

              The day started good, it shall end good. Today was going to be a good day. This week was going to be a good week. This month was going to be a good month. As long as she had Victor, life was good.