"I...
I'm going home to Kazakhstan, my flight leaves tomorrow."

Yuri's throat felt dry and his stomach churned like he was on a roller coaster drop.
"Uh... oh w-why? For how long? When are you coming back?"

"My little sister." Otabek paused to let out a deep breath of air.
"My sister..." he repeated.
"She had cancer when she was younger, but ended up beating it... but my cousin just told me that the cancer has come back, and this time spread to her brain." The way his voice cracked every time he said a pronoun shattered what was left of Yuri's heart.

"They-" he covered his face with his hand to muffle a sob.
"They said there is only a 5% chance that she'll live."

It seemed as though Otabek's calm and composed nature had melted away in an instant.
heavy streams of tears running down his cheeks from under the shielding hand.
He could see Otabek's teeth clench as he choked back another sob.

"Oh my god-" Yuri wanted so badly to comfort the man.

"So... I won't be coming back to Russia."

"Y-"

"So-"
Otabek clenched his fist against his face.
"So it's over..." he choked out, those words shot out like a pistol.

Yuri could feel the wrenching pain arise from the pit of his stomach.
"-What's over??"

The question only seemed to make Otabek cry harder.
"Us, we're over.
Im- fuck..." he breathed
"I'm breaking up with you.".

Yuri couldn't even process those words. 
"....You're .....what"

Otabek held his other arm up to his chest tightly while the other one still desperately tried to conceal his crying.
"Please don't... please dont make me say it again" he sobbed, barely even able to form words at this point.

Before anything else could be said Yuri had locked himself in the small storage closet.

Yuri cupped his face into his hands, he was leaning against the door curled up into a ball.
The tears felt like lava on his icy skin, everything hurt, his throat, his chest, his eyes stung from crying and it even hurt to breathe.

He wanted it to be nothing but a horrible dream, a nightmare of which he would wake up from, and he'd still happily be together with Otabek.

He sat there, in that small dark closet, for hours. Every time he thought he was done crying he'd think about what Otabek just said.
'I'm breaking up with you'
rung in his ears with no sign of falter.
He thought that maybe he should be mad, but he wasn't, not the least bit.
He was just so overwhelmingly sad, in a way that words could not describe.

At the same time he also understood why Otabek had done what he did, he couldn't even find it in his heart to blame him.
But that didn't stop it from hurting, it hurt so much he could barely even cry anymore.

Yuri hiccuped, trying to choke back the now dry sobbing.
"Please..." he whimpered.
"Please,please ,please ,please"
He didn't even know what he was pleading for, but at this point it's all he felt that he could do.

---

Otabek watched as Yuri stumbled down the hallway, he wanted so badly to just hold him in his arms.
But it was too late, it was over between them, whatever it was that they had is over.
They may not have had a name for their relationship, or an official confirmation, they were just together.
That's all they knew, that they loved each other and that's it.
It's not that he didn't love Yuri anymore, he knew he would always love him and nothing could ever change that.
It's that he couldn't bring himself to put Yuri through that, all the pain that came with the complications of his situation.

Even though he may have saved Yuri from that pain, he knew he'd also hurt him severely in  another forum.
Which killed him, he never wanted to hurt him, despite the inevitability he still never wanted to do something that would remotely upset Yuri.
Sometimes however, you have no choice but to hurt the ones you care for the most, and in this case Otabek felt as if there was no other options.
Despite there very well being some, his head was too foggy and there was so much going on in his head that he had no time to work them out.

---

Otabek heard the sounds of hiccups and whimpers echo the hallway.
His heart clenched and he fought with his emotions to pull himself back together, he'd just stopped crying.

''Please,please,please, please " he heard coming from the storage closet.

'Stop, Yuri, please stop crying. I can't Handel it.'
He clutched the wall forcing himself towards the bedroom.

From wall to wall the room was filled with nothing but pleasant memories that now seemed so far gone.
How was it possible to be so happy just a couple hours ago, and now be so filled with dread and pain that you'd rather die than live.
The feeling made him sick to his stomach, and he just wanted to hide away from the world.

Begrudgingly, he got out a suit case from the bedroom closet (not the one that Yuri's hiding in, that's in the hall.)
And threw it on his bed.
He began folding clothing and tucking them away into the thick cut case.
His mind was blank and his face once again emotionless.
He told himself to just think about nothing, like he always did.

He heard the door open and shut, he turned around to see Yuri, standing there.
His face was red, puffy, and tear stained yet also free of emotions.
He eyed the open and semi packed suit case, but said nothing, neither did Otabek.

He watched as Yuri walked past him and grabbed a Hoodie from the closet, it was a rare sight to see Yuri wear a sweater that actually belonged to him these days.
He slipped a plain black hoodie, that had the word 'Russia' in gold on the back over his head, making his hair messy and staticky as he popped is head out of the collar.
He then took a baseball cap from off the desk to cover up his messy hair.
He made no eye contact as he headed to leave again, but just as he put his hand on the doorknob he paused.
"...I'm going out." He said, his voice hoarse and strained.
He left without waiting for a reply, not that he expected one.

Despite Yuri being long gone he still muttered a belated, "Be safe.." as he continued packing.

Otabek finished folding the clothing he'd decided to bring, and moved on to packing essentials. 

The rest of the day was working out the lease and rent and informing the small quantity of people that he knew about his permanent leave.

---

That night, Otabek took the liberty of spending the night on the couch, I say 'spending the night'  because he certainly didn't sleep.
Despite leaving the bed for Yuri, as he suspected the Russian didn't come home that night.

Though he wasn't overly worried, Yuri sent him an email informing him that he was staying at his grandfather's for the night.

.....An email

Yuri never sent him emails, the formality almost hurt, not that he was in any position to be hurt by something Yuri did.
After all he did just break up with him.

He stayed up till dawn, checking emails, and bank accounts, triple checking his flight reservation.
Blankly passing time.

When morning arose it still felt like nothing, it hadn't sunk in that he'd never see this place again, never again come home to hugs and kisses from Yuri.
He didn't let himself think about the cold truth.
He couldn't.

The day passed by too quickly, he was so busy that before he knew it, he had to head to the air port.
He grabbed his bags, phoned a taxi, and bid fair well to Yuri's cat, even the feline seemed down. (The cat is hardly ever mentioned, figured I'd give her some spotlight on the last chapter.)

It was dark outside, streetlights passed by, like flickering lights.
The moon was drowned away in clouds, not visible to the eye, and the stars too seemed dull and lifeless.

He looked down at his watch, 10:24 pm.
He could see the air port from here.
Just as he looked back up from his watch he saw a familiar figure in the distance.

The vehicle was going at a moderate speed, but time seemed to slow as the figure grew more clear as the distance between them became less and less.
Obviously, he knew exactly who it was from the start, but the conformation was there.

There was Yuri, facing away from the busy street and out at a small body of water from under the bridge he was standing on.

The taxi came to a stop light not long after, though the bridge was no longer in sight.
His mind was empty, he had no thoughts at all, it was like his brain was on auto pilot.
It didn't matter anymore.
It didn't matter.
It didn't.

The light turned green and the taxi drove away, the bridge fading into the distance.

The taxi pulled up to the airport,the driver helped him unload his luggage, and Otabek payed him for his services. 

Now he sat in the airport, waiting.
Waiting for what again?
He couldn't remember.
Oh, that's right... he's leaving for Kazakhstan, and he won't be coming back.
Ever.
Wait? Ever?
Right, he forgot that too.
And he won't ever get to see Yuri again, hug Yuri again, kiss Yuri again, nothing that he knew would be the same again.
Not even when he goes home.
His only sister is deathly ill.
He's lost the only two good things in his life.

There's no hope for either.
There's no hope...

Or is there?

For a moment, and only a moment he allowed the thoughts he so desperately tried to conceal free.

Yuri

Yuri, who he loved, and still loves, and probably will always love.
He thought about the wonderful times they shared in the past 6 months.

The time Yuri kissed him in his sleep,
The time he kissed Yuri in the square, and despite the nasty, judgmental looks they got in the market Yuri still held his hand tightly.
That time they stayed up till dawn together, doing nothing but embrace each other's presence., the time Yuri got sick and the next day was so clingy he could hardly breath.
the time Yuri told him he loved him for the first time.,  and the time Otabek threw it all away in less than 10 Minutes.

Otabek looked down at his watch.

10:46pm

Shit.

---

The wind blew strongly, the fabric of his clothing rippled due to the frequency of the forte air.
In less than ten minutes, Otabek would leave and Yuri would be left alone.

Yuri leaned on the rail of the bridge, chin resting in the crook of his arm, as he closed his eyes.
"I- I can't believe he's actually leaving"
He muttered.
"A-and now look at me, I'm talking to myself!
Because he's not around for me to talk to!!"
He waved his hands around frantically, gesturing to the fact that he may just be going mad.

He sighed, folding his arms back around his head, tears threatening to creep down his cheeks once more.

In the distance the sound of faint yelling was heard, then faint turned to familiar as it drew closer.
But while the voice was familiar, the tone couldn't possibly belong to-

"YURI!"

Otabek?

Yuri's heart pounded out of his chest and
His head whipped around so fast he nearly tripped.

It was Otabek, but certainly not the Otabek he knew.

The Otabek he knew was calm, collected, un effected by most human emotions... but this one, this one was the opposite.
This one looked like the definition of an emotional wreck.

As he drew closer all Yuri could do was stare, frozen in place.

"YURI!!" He yelled once again, his kazakh accent was thick, and more prominent than ever.

At this point he was just meters away from Yuri.

"COME WITH ME!" He cried, tears rushing down his face.
"I CANT LIVE WITHOUT YOU SO COME WITH ME" he screamed dropping to his knees, wrapping his arms around the younger mans waist.

His grip tightened as he sobbed silently into Yuri's hoodie.

Puzzled, He didn't even know how to react.
He ran through in his mind what just happened a few times before it clicked.

Yuri's eyes welled up with tears, as he followed, dropping onto the ground, despite standing in a puddle.

The two sat there, holding each other, filling the area with echoing Cries.

After a while, they calmed down enough that Otabek collected himself again.

"Yuri...I'm so sorry" his voice was deep and calm, like usual.
That made Yuri relax, he was still pretty dumb founded.
Never in all the time he'd been living with him had he ever seen Otabek react remotely like that.

" I guess even emotionless bricks like you break down sometimes." He sniffled, giggling a little.

"...I'd say that was rock bottom."

"Yeah, You looked pretty terrible."

"... I know. I'm sorry you had to seem me like that." Otabek  chuckled weakly.

"I get it... don't apologize there's a lot of shit going on with you right now.

...wait! What about your flight? It was supposed to take off like 20 min ago!"

"Oh that, I rescheduled it for tomorrow..."

Yuri was about to reply, until Otabek continued.

"and ... speaking of which...
I know it's a lot to ask, and it's really sudden and all but-"

Yuri cut him off.
"Just Shut up, cmon we have to hurry."
He said, standing up.

"Hurry... for what?"

"Are you stupid?
we have less than 24 hours to pack all my things, get all my arrangements worked out and tell all the people I'm close to that I'm moving to Kazakhstan.
And you ask me why I want to hurry, you really are a brick."
Yuri spat, dragging him by the arm.
"Now come on let's call a cab!"

Otabek offered him a small, but thankful smile in return.
"Okay."
He breathed softly.

Yuri blushed, "c-cmon dont start crying on me again."

Otabek chuckled.

"I won't Make any promises."

The title may say 'Finale' but we all know this is just the beginning.

The final Authors note

My, my, What a roller coaster.
I spent all my free time after classes working on this finale for you guys, just so you'd have it asap.
Im not so cold hearted that I'd leave you guys on a cliff hanger for a month straight.
I truly hope this ending has met your expectations I spent a lot of time working out how I wanted this to end.

This entire story was like a journey in itself, not the words per say, but rather the experience.
Over the past 4 months of writing this story I've met fantastic people, experienced so many wonderful things, and been able to truly feel proud of my accomplishments.
Me finishing this story alone is a huge accomplishment for me.

For the majority of my life I haven't been able to finish anything.
I've written comics, and other stories and tried writing songs, etc.
Yet I'd never completed any of them.
I give up to easily and loose interest.
But with this I've done so much to surprise myself.
I've almost got 100k reads on this! That's crazy, and all thanks to everyone of you.

I know to many of you this might be 'just some fan fiction' but the fact that you all have stuck with me and continued to follow my work, it makes me so happy and proud to be a writer.
Because of this I think I've decided I want to make this my career one day. (Writing novels not fan fictions )

I want to keep finishing things, seeing them through to the very end, and feeling as accomplished as I do right now, as I'm writing this final authors note.

Truly, and sincerely I love you all.

-Coffee&desperation

P.s
if you find yourself feeling empty inside if. You'd like you could check out my most recent work 'a Gays Guide To Surviving College' featuring these two cuties and Victor & Yuuri,
The whole YOI gang goes to college!
I hope to see you there at the start of something new.