Post by Viktor Nikiforov on Jun 13, 2017 23:56:14 GMT -6
I'm faded away, you know I used to be on fire.
notes: I made myself sad
@tag Open
Aimless. That's pretty much what he has been since he arrived here. He had been lonely before Yuuri. He had been hollow. This was different. At least there he had things to keep him busy. People who pretended, and even a few people he cared about more than casual acquaintances. Here he was alone. Completely and utterly alone. He didn't even really have the ice, or his fans. He was getting popular here, people were coming to see him skate around. He even had a few students, mostly young. It wasn't the same. There was no goal, nothing of what his own home had been like.
All he had was Makkachin who, for some reason, came along with him when he got here. He didn't know how all this worked, but he was so very thankful he at least had his dog with him. He had something to hold when he cried himself to sleep at night. Because he had thought he got through this. He thought he was finally going to have a life. He thought that he could have Yuuri, and that they could skate together until they both retired, and they could live happily ever after. He dreamed that for so long.
But no, of course he was alone again. He didn't tend to let his negativity get the better of him for the most part but he was left with an impossible situation. He was left with this place. Alone, and he never had been good at making real friends. He always felt like he needed to act certain ways around people and it always came off...less than genuine. After all he had a certain image to uphold. Here he didn't really have to have it, but that wall he put up was all he had left so he was stuck with it. Stuck with the facade of his media image.
Still he managed to pull himself out of bed, and take Makkachin for a run. If he did get back home by some miracle he didn't want to be out of shape. After all there would be a chance that he could still be able to begin the skating season with his Yuuri. Though it seemed unlikely even if he did get back, he had to hold on to one grain of hope.
A new collar for Makkachin, and maybe something to decorate his currently barren apartment. Make it feel a little less sterile and a little more like home. Because as is, he hated being there. But he hated being here too. He wanted to go home. More than anything.
All he had was Makkachin who, for some reason, came along with him when he got here. He didn't know how all this worked, but he was so very thankful he at least had his dog with him. He had something to hold when he cried himself to sleep at night. Because he had thought he got through this. He thought he was finally going to have a life. He thought that he could have Yuuri, and that they could skate together until they both retired, and they could live happily ever after. He dreamed that for so long.
But no, of course he was alone again. He didn't tend to let his negativity get the better of him for the most part but he was left with an impossible situation. He was left with this place. Alone, and he never had been good at making real friends. He always felt like he needed to act certain ways around people and it always came off...less than genuine. After all he had a certain image to uphold. Here he didn't really have to have it, but that wall he put up was all he had left so he was stuck with it. Stuck with the facade of his media image.
Still he managed to pull himself out of bed, and take Makkachin for a run. If he did get back home by some miracle he didn't want to be out of shape. After all there would be a chance that he could still be able to begin the skating season with his Yuuri. Though it seemed unlikely even if he did get back, he had to hold on to one grain of hope.
A new collar for Makkachin, and maybe something to decorate his currently barren apartment. Make it feel a little less sterile and a little more like home. Because as is, he hated being there. But he hated being here too. He wanted to go home. More than anything.
I'm standing in the ashes of who I used to be.