❛ i don’t want a world without pain, or loss. i just want them to mean something. ❜

If it was up to Viktor, he’d do anything, absolutely anything in his power to stop Yuuri from hurting ever again, to take the pain away, even if it meant hurting himself — because this, seeing his love hurt was a lot more worse, felt like as if his heart was getting ripped apart instead. And most of all, the thing he couldn’t bear was that he knew he couldn’t to fix this — no matter how much he tried, no matter how much he wanted to help. “I’m sorry —” He started, a little bit choked himself, his hands balled up to fists by his sides. It took a lot to restrain himself from simply leaning forward, to touch, to feel — yet he stopped, offering Yuuri the time and the space he needed.
This helplessness resembled to those he felt in the garage the day of the Cup of China, or at the hotel — unable to reach forward and say a simple magical word to make it alright again. It felt like he needed to talk though, so he did, being more honest than he has ever been with anyone. “I don’t know Yuuri, I don’t — I don’t know whether everything has a meaning or- whether it happens without a reason-” He took a shaky breath before he continued, tried, it would have to be enough.
“We… We have this saying in Russia, На миру́ и смерть красна́. With company, even death loses its sting — even if it holds a tiny part of the truth — just know that I’ll be here, no matter what, whenever you need me — every step of the way.”





