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3 weeks ago:

"Don't even ask how, but I got Yurio to look after Makkachin while we're out for the night."

"Really?! That's great. Thanks Victor."

The slightly shorter, dark haired male smiled as he took both of the grey haired males hands in of his.
"I love you." Yuri let out.
"I love you too."

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They stopped at a corner shop at the side of a street.

"I'll wait out here. It's too cold in the with the air conditioning." Yuri said, shivering at the thought of the cold air raining down on him.

"Okay. You want anything?"

"Just a drink. Thanks."

Victor entered the shop while Yuri waited on the street.

And that was the problem. He was away while it happened.

It was only when he left the shop that he saw what horrific events had taken place.

Even to this day, the Russian still thinks 'what if we had gone in the shop together.' Or 'If we hadn't gone in the shop at all.'

Because...

He couldn't believe the image which his eyes were forcing him to stare at. Not even his nightmares had projected something like this. But then again, at least his nightmares were forgotten easily. This however would be etched into his memory for a long long time.

"Y-yes. Hello 119. The-theres been a crash. My boyfriend. He. PLEASE HELP."

The drink Victor had just brought Yuri slowly cascaded to the concrete pavement. Its contents flowing down the street and into a drain.

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Yuri's POV
The sweet, yet unfamiliar smell of flowers was what I woke up to. A haunting tune was playing  from a radio somewhere in the sterilised room I happened to be in.

In attempt to sit up, I realise something isn't right. The clothes I'm in aren't mine, and I don't know this room at all. I look down at my wrists and see there are tags and a long tube leading to a bag above my head from my left arm. On my right arm is a plastered cast.

As I try to leave the bed I'm in, the sound of a door opens and a woman with a clipboard pops her head in. She seems surprised by me and calls out to someone behind her.

"How are you feeling? Do you have any pains?"

I furrow my eyebrows and put my hands up defensively as she approaches me.

"Hey! Get off!" Harshly pulling my arm away from her grasp, I stumble to my feet- the drip coming unattached. Not having a clue what was happening I ran out the door barefoot, slightly unsteady from not walking in what seemed a while.

I try to run faster, but my body wouldn't allow it. I fell.

The same woman as before helped me up.

"Leave me alone. I don't know you." Again I shoved her away. This time though, she didn't seem as surprised as the last time. It was as if she had heard this scenario all before.

"Yuri!!!"

The sudden voice of a man calling a name echoes down the hallway I stand in with the woman supporting me. For some reason I turn towards him as he comes running up to me.

"Mr Nikiforov. I don't think it's a good id-"
The woman was cut of by the man.

"I'm so glad you're okay. How do you feel Yuri?"

I flinch as his arms wrap around me. It was as if he was expecting me to hug back or something- but I don't. I simply stay frozen on the spot. My eyes wide as I recognise his scent. But there must be a mistake. Because I don't know this man.

3rd Person:

After a while, Victor let go of Yuri. Happy tears filled his eyes.

"I'm so glad you're-"

"Why does everyone keep on acting like I know them." Yuri complained, moving away from Victor and heading back to his room in what he now recognised as a hospital. There was nothing else he could do.

Meanwhile a now truly heartbroken Victor stood in that hospital hallway. He felt cold. Like concrete was drying slowly in his chest. His breathing drew slower and heavier. The clean, white tiled floor slowly became tainted with pained tears.

He left with a sincere apology from the hospital.

The next day:

Yuri lay sat up in his bed. At first he didn't notice it, but he had sustained many injuries. But from what he didn't know.

When he walked back to his room yesterday after the strange encounter with the man hugging him, Yuri looked in the mirror.

He didn't see the person he knew. In fact- he didn't even know who he was. Many questions filled his confused brain.

After staring up at the continuous tiled ceiling patterns, Yuri was quite surprised when the door to his room opened again.

Only this time it wasn't a nurse, or a doctor. It was the same man from yesterday. And he looked pained.

"I think you have the wrong room." Yuri called, which only seemed to wound the grey haired man more.

"Hello Yuri. I've been told you can't remember some things." The pain in his trembling voice was unbelievable. Victor made his way to a chair beside Yuri's bed.

"Yuri? Who's Y-"

"You are!" Victor almost shouted, but managed to keep calm. "Your name is Yuri Katsuki, 24 years old and you've known me for a long time. We were great...f-friends." The last part sounded like he was going to makkachoke.

Not being able to take it, Victor stood up and faced Yuri. Their noses were almost touching.

Victor noticed Yuri's gaze was sharp, as if his dark orbs were lined with shards of fragile glass. The confusion and sadness at the centre, lured Victor in closer and closer. Yet Yuri still showed no feeling. No recognition of the man in front of him.

"Y-you had an accident." Victor continued. "And now it seems you don't remember anything. Not even who you are."

He didn't mean to, but Yuri soon found himself leaning in closer and closer to the man in front of him. It felt natural-almost.

Victor felt himself staring into Yuri's eyes again. Slowly, he cupped Yuri's cheek which was turning redder and redder. He smiled at him before leaning in too. His hands were shaking as he thought to himself. "Stop. He doesn't remember anything. This will just ruin it." But his heart wouldn't let him. It had been three weeks since he had felt Yuri's touch. Seen his smiling face. Heard his innocent laughs. His heart was beating so hard, Victor couldn't concentrate. He wanted to stop.

But in the end, Yuri closed the gap with a warm smile that Victor remembered.

Nothing was needed to be said, yet Yuri felt like he needed to say something.
"Did you get my drink?"

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