~Chapter 8~

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~Your POV~

Yuri couldn't bring his eyes to look at you, he was looking out the window of the studio a glossy look fixed over his eyes.

"I hope you understand why I chose the choice I made, I know your worried, and scared Y/n but please understand where I'm coming from....please" Yuri whispered

And as he whispered that last please you could tell something broke in him and at that moment something broke in you as well

"Honestly I don't understand where your coming from! Do you really think it's okay to blow your girl friend off for sixty something days, and not tell her anything, then when you get back and she's longing to see you, you blow her off and take some French chick to tea! Because I don't understand how you think that's okay, or fair!" hot tears where streaming down your face as you yelled at him, you just wanted to let him truly know how you felt,

"Y/n..." he said moving towards you

"No Plisetsky you listen to me, my heart and my feelings matter, I as a person matter, and I don't care you chose this other French girl to skate with, that's fine by me, it's not my choice who you skate with, that's your work and your teammate  and your choice. but it hurts you didn't talk to me! That you didn't tell me what was happening and left me in the dark for so long, how should I understand where your coming from!" You said then without thinking about it you walked off

You let your feet lead you to where they knew you needed to go, to the skating rink, to Victor and Yuuri. You knew you looked like a literal mess crying in the middle of the rink. There were caught up in their routine but once they noticed you, tears streaming down your face they stopped.

"Y/n! Are you okay!?" Victor said looking at you concerned

"No, I don't understand! I thought it was going great... and now he just comes back with this French girl! Chloe!" You ranted

"Chloe?" Victor asked interested

"Yah do you know her?" You asked sniffling up your tears

"Well yah, I mean when you told us it was some French girl I didn't ever expect it to be Chloe Kendall,  she and Yuri have some history..." Victor said thinking

More tears welled up in your eyes, great! He had a history with this French girl!

You took a deep breath, you know what even after your outburst, you weren't going to let this "History" get to you, you weren't going to let this girl get to you. You needed to stop acting like a victim and take control of your own life. You walked out of the rink feeling like you could do anything, Yuuri and Victor looked at your back confused as ever.



~Yuri's POV~

Where on earth did Y/n go.... I know I was probably the last person she wanted to see but I needed to find her, I needed to tell her everything.  I needed to somehow restore her faith in me. I looked in every room in the dance head quarters, every room upstairs! But nothing! I angrily walked fast trying to find her then

Bam!

I ran into something... I looked around to see what knocked me over and it was... the pork cutlet bowl?! 

He gave me and dirty look and Victor helped him up and they both walked away without saying anything...

"Wait!" I called after them

"What do you want?" The pork cutlet bowl asked In a exasperated tone turning around

"Do you know where Y/n is?" I asked

"No idea" Victor shrugged

I rolled my eyes and took off trying to find her, I needed to find her

~Your POV~

You stood in front of Yakov he looked at you skeptical about the good mood you seemed to be in

"I have a theme!" You announced

He nodded waiting for an answer

"My theme will be, Me, Myself, and I" You said,

no boys, no drama, not hatred, no french girls, just you and the ice, the way it should be.




~the end of chapter 8~

A/n I'm not dead! Yay?

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