I was only nine years old.
I loved Viktor Nikiforov so much, I had all the merchandise and movies.
I'd pray to Viktor every night before I go to bed, thanking for the life I've been given.
"Viktor is love", I would say, "Viktor is life".
My mom hears me and calls me a weaboo.
I knew she was just jealous for my devotion of Viktor.
She walks away.
I lay in bed and it's really cold. A warmth is moving towards me. I feel something touch me.
It's Viktor. I'm so happy. He whispers in my ear, "Starting today, i am going to be your coach". He grabs me with his powerful yaoi hands, and puts me on my hands and knees.
I look up at him in his glory and begin to pray to him.
My Mom walks in. Viktor looks her straight in the eye, and says, "If you mess up and miss the podium i will take responsibility by resigning as your coach". Viktor leaves through my window. Viktor is love. Viktor is life.