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Prologue
“Victor…. is that really what you want?” Yuuri asks, eyes averted.
V ictor cannot see his husband’s expression as the younger male refuses to look him in the eye.
“ Let’s face it… we’re not happy anymore… this is not working for us.” Victor replies as he tries to calm down. “We’re just drifting away… can’t you see?” He insists as he continues to stare at his husband.
“Okay... “ Yuuri answers as tears started to fall from his eyes. “I'll sign the papers.” Yuuri then turns to leave the kitchen never once looking back at Victor.
Victor knew by then that he was making the biggest mistake of his life.
‘ No…’
NOW
Victor eyes open as his alarm blares throughout the bedroom.
‘It was a dream then…’ Victor thinks as he feels tears slip as he closes his eyes.
‘Snap out of it Nikiforov…it’s been 2 years since you got divorced… this is what you wanted remember?'
He hears Maccachin's paws skittering on the hardwood floors as he runs into the room and jumps straight up the bed, whining at his master.
“Alright Maccachin! I know you’re hungry… I’m getting up now.” Victor answers as he finally gets up from bed.
‘I’ll be late for morning practice anyway if I don’t get up now.’
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4-Time World Skating Champion Victor Nikiforov is now in his off-season trying to start the preparation for his routine for the next season.
‘Maybe that’s why I’m starting to dream of him again… this always happens when I’m getting some down time from skating season.’ Victor thought to himself as he was trying to cool down from his morning practice.
“Hey Victor, what’s eating you up?” Victor’s rink mate, Mila Babicheva asks as she sits by the sides, taking a break from her routine.
“Hey Mila.” Victor gives her a little smile. “I don’t know… I’m feeling a bit down I guess?”
“Nonsense! How can someone who just won the World Championships feel so down!” Mila exclaimed as she lightly taps Victor’s arm. “Speaking of which, why are you back here practicing anyway? Shouldn’t you be taking some time off?"
“It just feels wrong to not be doing anything at home…” Victor replies smiling a bit.
“Go out on a date or something! I have a friend who’s been dying to get your number….”
“Quit it hag!” Yuri Plisetsky interrupts Mila as he enters the rink. “You can’t force a heartbroken man to just forget… Trust me he already tried.” Yuri continues as he glares at Victor.
“Yuri.” Victor warns Yuri as he glares back. “Anyway. What I do is none of your business... Sorry Mila, I’m not looking for anybody right now.” He says as he exits the rink.
“What was that all about?” Mila asks Yuri as they watch the gold medalist walk out.
“That means he still can’t get over him.” Yuri answers as he removes his skate guards.