Yuuri ran over to the hospital bed, where his husband laid motionless, but instead of feeling the warmth and relief of knowing he was alive, he had touched a cold hand, tears falling down his cheeks as he knew what happened.

Viktor was ice cold.

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Yuuri, and the people around him knew that Viktor was slowly dying, but Viktor's optimistic look gave those around him hope, but even Viktor himself knew that he was dying slowly but surely.

It was evident that he would be gone soon, the shine in his frosty blue eyes faded, his hair was no longer a healthy, platinum shade, it was dull and plain gray.

But even after all of this change.

Viktor still smiled, joked with the friends who came by to see him, and shared kisses with his husband.

You know why?

Because he didn't want the people who were around him to remember him being ill, he didn't want them to remember the pain, or the deathly pale looks he had once in a while.

He wanted them to remember his smile, his optimism, and the memories they all had with him.

He wanted to make sure everyone remembered him as the person who smiled through hardships, not the weak man who worried about his death.

But this was hard, the illness was taking him quicker than he had thought, and he was scared to die, cause he knew it was coming, he just didn't know how soon.

On a cold, winter day in his hospital bed, Viktor felt himself slipping away, he started to cry silently.

He wasn't ready to die, but when he closed his eyes.

He knew he was gone.

But this wasn't the part he truly feared.

He knew it was about to come.

Yuuri had just checked into the hospital to see Viktor, as he did daily. When he walked into the room, he dropped his bag and the smile disappeared from his face.

Yuuri ran over to the hospital bed, where his husband laid motionless, but instead of feeling the warmth and relief of knowing he was alive, and the optimistic, lively face that hid sadness behind it for the sake of others...

He had touched a cold hand, tears falling down his cheeks, staring at a face with faint tears that had rolled down, and a tired, lifeless expression.

The only thing Yuuri could do was touch the cold face of his husband and wipe the tears from it. The only thing on his mind was this:

Viktor was ice cold.

A/N: I'M SO FUCKING SORRY.