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yuri katsuki couldn't breathe.
received today, 17:45
victor🌅; i want to take you to the beach someday
victor🌅; to watch the sunset
victor🌅; and see that light catch your face
victor🌅; the breeze brush your hair against your face
victor🌅; i'm lying here thinking about it
victor🌅; right now
phone by his side, he was looking at the soft, untainted skin of his forearm, no ruby red dot to be seen.
and he wanted heroin more than anything else in the world, right then, right there; anything to be so, so faraway from the living room of that apartment, listening to luca di marco fuck somebody else from the other side of the walls.
there was blood on his hands and his lips, and another bruise forming around his eye. god, did yuri katsuki want to be so, so faraway from that apartment.
he wanted to talk to victor. he drew his knees to his chest on the sofa he was sitting on, and tried to block out luca moaning somebody else's name - so that yuri would hear him - by picking up his phone. the screen was still cracked from when celestino cialdini's had thrown it at the wall.
yuri📼; wouldn't it be such a cliché
yuri📼; if my boyfriend started hitting me
yuri📼; and i let him
yuri was swallowing useless, tasteless painkillers whilst he typing, with useless, tasteless tears coming down his face, and he was drowning, trying to scream, luca moaning some other boy's name over and over again, headboard banging, yuri surrounded by dust, dust, dust, fucking dust, everything around him crumbling to dust.
yuri📼; victor
yuri📼; i need you
yuri was crying now. he wished he wasn't. it was making the bruise around his left eye hurt.
yuri📼; i love you
yuri📼; i need you
the old damage left on his ribs by the man in the boss suit he knew all too well started to ache again. yuri by at his bottom lip until new blood mingled with that running from his nose. a few drops stained the flat sofa cushion he was sitting on.
yuri📼; victor
yuri📼; i want you i need you i i want you i love you victor he hurt me he
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Fanfictionin which fame isn't kind to teenage celebrity victor nikiforov, and he pays a dark haired boy to make him feel less lonely. copyright @beautifulpyscho 2017 •lowercase intended• snapchat fic//dialogue//texting and a shit load of the 1975 trigger warn...
