Chapter Text
December 20, 2018
A boy who looked pretty young for his age but couldn’t be older than twenty five years old was sitting on an old bench which was hidden beneath leafless trees. Even though it was dark, the moon and the stars weren’t visible as thick and dark clouds were hiding them, making sure the atmosphere was even eerier than it already was.
The boy, who looked as if he was physically there but mentally somewhere else, watched with his glassy eyes straight ahead until something fell down in front of his eyes and touched his nose.
As if in a trance he slowly looked up and watched as snowflakes started to dance around in the air and descend to the ground. It was unknown how long the boy with his dark raven hair was sitting there but he didn’t say a single word the whole time and didn’t give any indicating in any way what he did alone at such a place during the night.
Lifeless like a doll, he was just staring at the sky until he heard the scrunching of snow beside him. He slowly turned his head to the sound and watched as a tall man was coming closer and closer towards him. The unknown person stopped a couple of steps away from the boy, standing under a flickering light post which was spending almost no light.
He was almost invisible in the darkness with his black coat which almost reached his ankles and a same coloured trilby hat that covered half of his face and which only let his self-satisfying smirk peek through. He would be melded with the black colour wouldn’t it be for the red liquid on his coat and hands that dripped down onto the snow, leaving a small trail with every step he took.
Against all odds, the expression of the boy didn’t change, not even for a second and as if nothing happened he turned his cloudy eyes in the direction of the sky again. The situation itself was what others would call abnormal but instead of running away, the boy just continued to stay.
It was as if he was waiting for that one person beside him. As if he knew that the person would come. Maybe this was also the reason he was there in the first place.
The man took the remaining steps and sat down beside him while the red liquid started to eat itself into the powder white snow. Just as the boy, the man started to look up, maybe seeing something up there other people couldn’t.
“Do you seek salvation?” He suddenly asked with a throaty voice.
The boy didn’t flinch away nor did he gave any other indication that he acknowledged his presence or question. Without turning his gaze away from the falling snowflakes, he just nodded. It was a curt nod which could normally be easily overseen but it was obvious that the other didn’t.
A spine-chilling smile made its way on the man’s face. A smile that was void of any kind of emotions and didn’t held any special reasons for its being. He slowly stood up, blocking the view of the sky as he stretched out his crimson stained palm to him.
The boy blinked a few times before he took the other man’s hand and let himself be pulled up gently. It took only a couple of seconds before the man grazed his cheek and kissed his forehead, “I will give you the peace you wish for, Yuuri.”
With that being said, he went ahead, continuing the way he went before he stopped in front of the boy but only that this time he led someone with him by the hand. As if nothing happened both of them disappeared and the already dry blood was slowly being covered with the still falling snow, as if to keep everything that happened that night a secret.