"Yuuri...I lied...I lied to all of you, Phichit, Aisha, I'm sorry-"

"Viktor, what are you talking about?"

"I'm sorry."

I told them I was healthy...I'm not, I'm dying slowly but surely...I remember when I collapsed on stage after finishing the performance with Yuuri. My body was weak hurt more than ever.

That wasn't the only time I had passed out. And it wasn't my first time becoming weaker as well.

I used handrails to grip onto in my own home because of my weak posture and bones. I took medication to keep my strength up during performances. I knew after I heard the doctors the first time, and my parents weeping that I didn't have long to live.

But I didn't cry when they told me, I said I was going to make the most of my remaining time on this Earth. But saying it to someone I loved was breaking me as well.

"I...." I started to cry, I couldn't believe I was going to tell him this.

I don't...want to say this to him.

"I don't have long to live."

The look in Yuuri's eyes told me everything. His heart was already fragile-

But now it was broken with no repair.

♢~~~~~~~~~~~~~●~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♢

"Yuuri, we're gonna go see Viktor."

"Do you want to come with us?"

"Sure."

Aisha zoomed past me.

"Race you!"

I ran down the street that was being littered with cherry blossom petals due to the rising breeze. Those other two were athletes, how was this fair?

We were soon at the hospital where Viktor currently resided, this wasn't the first time he had been here, or the first time we visited him. We went up to the receptionist and asked to see our friend was doing.

"We would like to see Viktor Nikiforov."

"He is in Room 312."

"Great, thanks."

We walked through the halls of the building, onto an elevator that closes as swiftly as we entered it. We approached room 312, as I opened the door, I saw something I didn't want to see. Viktor's head was bandaged and he was in a wheelchair. His skin was paler, his body looked normal, but his hair was fading, and his eyes stayed their bright ocean blue.

Only for that  to be gone when I went into the room.

"Viktor...." I mindlessly run over to him as he nearly falls out of his wheel chair.

"Th-thanks." He looked up at me with his eyes, still carrying the shine, even in this state.

Phichit and Aisha came in, they looked worried, and so was I. How was Viktor going to hold up? It looked like he would shatter any second, but I could only imagine that I did too. I saw someone I loved looking frail and damaged right in front of me, I wanted to cry, but I didn't, I wanted to show that I was strong.

"Yuuri....I have something to tell you." He adverted his eyes to the other to in the room, a gesture to come over.

"What is it?"

"I lied to you all."

♢~~~~~~~~~~~~~●~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♢

"Yuuri...I lied...I lied to all of you, Phichit, Aisha, I'm sorry-"

"Viktor, what are you talking about?"

"I'm sorry." Newfound tears littered my hands and clothes as I sat in my wheelchair, I felt like I was going to pass out again.

Again.

I lied to them, over and over again.

I'm not anorexic, not even close.

I told them I was healthy...I'm not, I'm dying slowly but surely...I remember when I collapsed on stage after finishing the performance with Yuuri. My body was weak hurt more than ever.

That wasn't the only time I had passed out. And it wasn't my first time becoming weaker as well. I got so weak one day that I needed constant support, whether it be a cane.

Or the handrails.

I used handrails to grip onto in my own home because of my weak posture and bones. I took medication to keep my strength up during performances. I knew after I heard the doctors the first time, and my parents weeping that I didn't have long to live.

But I didn't cry when they told me, I said I was going to make the most of my remaining time on this Earth. But saying it to someone I loved was breaking me as well.

"I...." I started to cry even more, I couldn't believe I was going to tell him this.

I don't...want to say this to him.

"I don't have long to live."

The look in Yuuri's eyes told me everything. His heart was already fragile-

But now it was broken with no repair.

♢~~~~~~~~~~~~~●~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♢

A/N: So i watched Your Lie In April from the 1st of January to my birthday (Jan 22nd) because it had 22 episodes.

Seemed like a brilliant idea to me (lowkey was). But on my birthday, I was a sobbing in my basement with a plate of cake in my lap.

That last episode made me cry until my eyes were dry.