My Exception | V.N Y.K [Book 2] - Discontinued

Chapter 1

A/n: here it is my friendsss
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(*this is short only because it's chapter one sorry guys*)

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My heart seemed to stop as my phone fell from my hands, my knees shaky as I knelt on the ground and covered my mouth with my trembling palms.

I tried my hardest to drown out my sobs, tried to make sure Viktor didn't hear anything through that closed door.

I wouldn't tell him why I was doing this.

Maybe it was better this way, anyway.

No matter how many times I told myself that, it never convinced me. I had felt as though he was just simply the missing piece to my puzzle, the thing that filled the gap in my lonesome heart. How could I let him go? How was I supposed to leave him? Break his heart, and mine?

Would it seem like.. I had simply just used him?

Would he even want to be my coach anymore?

Would he move on and start loving someone else the way he did for me once?

Would I ever get over the pain of losing the one thing I needed the most in this world?

Would.. Would he hate me..?

My eyes widen as I heard the door open.

"Yuri? It's been a little awhile, are you okay?"

I stand up, turning around and facing away from him.

I can't look at him.

I feel like I'm going to be sick.

"Yuri..?" He whispers, walking up behind me. "Baby, are you okay?"

I feel his hand on my shoulder and I flinch, pulling away.

I glance back to see the hurt expression on his face and whimper.

"U-uh.. S-sorry, Viktor.. I j..ust.. Need some fresh air!" I say nervously, holding back the tears as best I could and sprint out of the hallway, running for the front doors.

"Yuri!" Viktor yells behind me, obviously running to catch up.

But I continue running, turning all the corners I can and finally losing him.

I felt bad, but I didn't want to face him right now.

It all hurt.
Everything hurt.

But I promised him nothing would come in the way of his skating.

And nothing will.

Even if that means..
losing him.

I'm willing to make him happy.

I began to cry again, my voice drowned out by my face rested against my lap.