Once again, I've done a thingy
So.. This happened. I don’t know what inspired me to write this (actually I do- it was a promt I saw about person A visiting Person B’s grave and person B dropping snow on A when they start to cry, but I don’t know who came up with it SO IM SOOOOOOOO SORRY DONT HATE ME!!!)
Also, if there are any mistakes I apologize as I’m NOT the best writer… I’d barley pass the bar for decent. But none the less I wrote this for @altisetsky because I’m obsessed with her blog and have no self control. Keep up the good work!!! Hope you enjoy❤️
Yuri Plisetsky is not an emotional person. Angry and harsh, yes, but not emotional.
Breakups- you lost him.
Rude comments- you shouldn’t have been looking then.
Second place- he’d better work his ass off at practice!!
But it wasn’t until he hit the brick memorial to avoid hitting a dog in his brand new $895,000 car was when his world shattered, and Yuri Plisetsky genuinely sobbed.
Not because it was his new, expensive car that he spent years to save up for so when he finally got his license he could flaunt it, it was because his best friend- his boyfriend- was in the passenger seat minutes before and was now through the thick, glass windshield, seatbelt doing nothing to protect him. Blood was pouring from his mouth and head, and Yuri was unable to move his right arm and right leg, hip to toe. Ignoring the agonizing pain he was in, he still reached to call the police and cling to his now unconscious partner.
Otabek was dead within 8 seconds of the crash.
Of course Yuri blamed himself, despite his friends and Otabek’s family assuring him the avoiding the dog was the right thing, and Otabek would’ve done the same. But he didn’t care. He felt like shit. The two were in an argument and the last thing he said to Otabek was “I don’t care anymore! Just do what you want!” Then silence. Then the crash. He knew it was his fault. He stopped going to school. He stopped driving with people in the car. He stopped caring in general. He’d sit in his bed, watching static. But now after 4 months, he knew he had to begin healing. It wasn’t going to be easy. But it had to be done.
“Hey Beka. I brought you some r-roses.” Tears began to well up in his eyes as he stared at the tomb. It was a beautiful sight, Yuri and the Altin’s wanted only the best for the best. Thankfully they allowed him to be buried in St. Petersburg so Yuri would be close. It was a beautifully made stone, white marble with black veins. A rose with his name and dates was carved and his teddy bear, ice skates and his picture were leaned up against it in a glass box. It was the only grave on a hill, under a tree so his visitors would have privacy. It was a beautiful sight for a beautiful life.
Yuri leaned down on his knees, laid out the roses in his glass box and kissed the grave, despite the frost and freezing temperatures.
Otabek always love the winter.
“So, I don’t know if you saw but Mila drove herself and I around visiting your favorite places. She misses you too. Viktor and Katsudon miss you a lot too, believe it or not. We all do. And,”
He took a deep breath. “I’m sorry I didn’t spend the night like I usually do, but with the snow storm your mother called and begged me to stay in and come today, so I’m here now. I know how much you liked me being with you at night. And I know to get me back you would tickle me until I could sit up and kiss you, but as punishment I’d make you carry me around. Just like last winter. Oh, and I know how much you wanted to see that new superhero movie, so I bought you a ticket. And you can hold on to it.” He took the ticket out of his pocket and put it in the box. “I hope you don’t mind, but it’s in the back. I know you hated sitting there, but I’d rather you have it than to not, because you were so e-xc-cited. Y-ou c-couldn’t w-ait.” Tears fell from his eyes, freezing in the snow. His cries turned into painful sobs. “And I’m sorry for c-crying, it’s j-ust isn’t t-the s-ame and its all my f-fault, I sh-ouldnt have y-elled, and it’s b-ecause of m-me you’re g-gone and I-”
Yuri was cut off by a pile of snow falling on his head.
Otabek never liked it when he cried.
He laughed around his loud sobs. “You got me again…”