I mean, it's- [ Yuri started, and then had to stop, his throat feeling tight, eyes stinging. He scowled, squeezing them shut and folding in on himself again, hiding his face away, because the last thing he wanted to do was be caught crying. He didn't cry, not over this shit. Not anymore. He refused to be so hurt by it-
But if only telling himself that was enough to make it stop hurting. ] It's not like it matters. They're gone. So fuck it, right? [ Yuri forced himself to laugh, hoping that it didn't sound as soft, as sad and broken as it felt. Cisco was right, maybe too right. Yuri did feel like the flaw was with him. That he hadn't been something he should have been, and it left him flawed. No wonder Viktor and Yuuri hadn't wanted him, no wonder Viktor hadn't wanted to stay on as his coach like he had promised. No wonder they all left-
No wonder, because not even his mother had wanted him around. ]
It's a- like a hotel. Built over a natural hot spring, but Japanese style, obviously. [ Yuri's throat was still too tight, his emotions too close to his sleeve for his liking. It made him want to scream, want to rage and shout and get angry... if only so that he wouldn't burst into tears. ]
Stupid asshole, I don't even want it. A business is too much work. Th'hell am I going to do with it, I'm not like that fat pig who grew up in the stupid place. I wouldn't even know where to start.
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But if only telling himself that was enough to make it stop hurting. ] It's not like it matters. They're gone. So fuck it, right? [ Yuri forced himself to laugh, hoping that it didn't sound as soft, as sad and broken as it felt. Cisco was right, maybe too right. Yuri did feel like the flaw was with him. That he hadn't been something he should have been, and it left him flawed. No wonder Viktor and Yuuri hadn't wanted him, no wonder Viktor hadn't wanted to stay on as his coach like he had promised. No wonder they all left-
No wonder, because not even his mother had wanted him around. ]
It's a- like a hotel. Built over a natural hot spring, but Japanese style, obviously. [ Yuri's throat was still too tight, his emotions too close to his sleeve for his liking. It made him want to scream, want to rage and shout and get angry... if only so that he wouldn't burst into tears. ]
Stupid asshole, I don't even want it. A business is too much work. Th'hell am I going to do with it, I'm not like that fat pig who grew up in the stupid place. I wouldn't even know where to start.