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Adrenaline and adoration courses through Viktor’s veins,
blue eyes alight with warmth,
mouth curved into a heart-shaped smile.
He runs after Yuuri, after finally realising
Yes! He’s the one!
and without a moment to waste,
Viktor tells him: “Yuuri, I love you.”
Yuuri stares at him,
eyes wide; mouth agape.
His expression sobers.
“Viktor, I’m sorry, I—”
the words clumsily spill from his tongue,
tripping over themselves in his haste.
It’s been years.
“I don’t feel that way for you anymore.”
Viktor’s heart breaks.
Three little words
(that once could have held the world)
said a moment too late.