"Damnit!" A fist sky's into the ice, shards of it flying into the air. He lays his head on the ice, tears starting to fall.
He was tired. It was late. His feet were already bleeding...
Yuuri wanted to stop. He wanted to stand up and walk away from the ice. He wanted to go home and sleep for hours. He wanted to rest... but he had failed. He had fallen. He still couldn't make the jump he needed to.
He had to stay. No matter how long it took him... no matter how many times he hit the ice... no matter how much his head hurt. He couldn't give up.
But he wanted to so badly... everything hurt. His knees, his calves, his head, his eyes... everything. Yuuri wanted nothing more then to sleep. But he had to do this...
So he picked himself up. With his bleeding cut and his tear stained face he stood, getting into position again and going through the first few seconds of his performance again.
Everything was fine. Everything was perfect. His skates did as he wished and his body flew through the movements with ease. Until he came upon the first jump. With the courage he had at the beginning of the day he flung himself off of the ice, twisting his body and allowing his skate to come into contact with the ice...
...only for the blade to slip and send him to the ground again. And again. And again. And again. For hours and hours Yuuri practiced, never landing the jump. Not once.
Viktor has gotten onto him for not knowing how to land it. I fact, the entire day he had been yelled at repeatedly for daydreaming. He was stuck in his own mind for some reason, and he felt terrible for it... so Yuuri would go into tomorrow's practice knowing how to land this jump every time. He would show Viktor that he knew what he was doing. He wouldn't leave this rink until he showed himself he deserved Viktor both as a coach and as a mate.
Yuuri practiced until the sun said goodbye, falling behind the earth and giving away to the moon herself. Even then, Yuuri continued until she hung high in the sky. Each jump getting harder and harder, each second his muscles crying for relief. His knees would give out before he even finished and pain would explode through him with every movement.
But he would never give up.
However the human body can only hold up for so long...
Yuuri's last jump of the night was a rather pitiful one, with the black haired male ending up on the ground before his feet even left the ice.
He had been panting for air even before he took off. Legs shaking and forehead bleeding. Tears had long since left him, The only thing keeping him up was sheer determination.
He shot off, legs moving forward with such little energy left it felt as though he was skating through molasses. His muscles with every push off of the ice, the curve before his jump sending pain through the right side of his body.
That was the end of it. Right there. In Yuuri's ride leg a muscle completely tore, sending the young man to the ground with a loud cry. His side slammed against the ground, head smacking against the ice as his hands try to stop it.
His head fogs for a moment, his body laying limp against the ground. Yuuri couldn't feel much. His muscles hadn't been communicating their pain with his mind for hours at this point.
Within an instant the fog takes over Yuuri's mind, taking out his already fragile conscious and leaving him laying on the ice. Alone.
(Hey guys! So I know this was kinda sudden and shocking, and I'm sorry for that. Later on I may add a chapter before this or something but... I'm starting to wrap up this story. This was my original ending and I warn you it might get even weirder from here. Just a heads up, it ends nothing like the show, as some may have already guessed. This chapter was short simply because of its contents. I could have written more but... what's the point in that?)
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Fanfiction| He was tired. It was late. His feet were already bleeding. Yuuri wanted to stop. He wanted to stand up and walk away from the ice. He wanted to go home and sleep for hours. He wanted to rest but he had failed. He had fallen. He still couldn't make...
