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maricyn · 7 years

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From a Distance

Pairing: Yakov x Nikolai(Granpa P, for those who didn’t know)

Author’s Notes: Y’ALL ASKED FOR THIS, MY DUDES! Y’all know who you are xD

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[Amplify the angst by listening to this while reading the story.]

“Good God, Kolya,” Yakov cackled as he dangerously swayed the shot of vodka in the air. “She’s gorgeous! Just plain beautiful! Gracious and selfless…independent and bold…” He continues to gush over the new girl he found as I display a dry smile. Forgive me, but it’s not that I’m not as thrilled as he is. I am. I’m happy for him, it’s just…I had my own news, but it’s rather inappropriate to discuss now. Not when he’s a drunken mess and talking about the fifth girl he’s found this week. He really isn’t doing good…

“Yasha,” I say softly as I grabbed a hold of the wrist that held the shot glass, barely catching it in time before he almost nails a passing waiter in the eye. The man gives both of us a dirty look followed by a scowl, to which I responded with an apologetic smile. I turned back to my friend, a look of pure concern practically stapled to my face. “Yasha,” I repeated. “We really, really do need to take you home. Can you handle it?” He gives me a shaky grin as he threw an arm around my neck, ready to head out. “You’re such a good friend, Kolya,” he muttered in incoherent slurs, but enough for me to catch those particular words he seemed to say all too much. “Yasha,” I quietly whisper as I prepared myself for the reaction I was about to receive. “I love—”

My plans were interrupted when I heard a soft, gentle snoring from the slumped figure right next to me. I sighed quietly, an attempt at hiding my disappointment. A faint smile couldn’t help but form on my lips.

“Likewise,” I replied.

It’s been a year since then. An encounter with a girl that I could’ve sworn was temporary led to several dates, an actual relationship, and now an engagement. That is nothing short of shocking…on my part, at least. Seeing him walk through those doors with a different story of a different woman for weeks in a row was…well, it wasn’t entirely pleasant, I’ll tell you that much. But then again, I’m currently staring at his wife-to-be from across the table with a smile that couldn’t have been more fake carved onto my face. I’m not even sure which is worse.

“Kolya,” Yakov whispers as he gleams at me from across the table, snapping me from the thoughts of subtle jealousy coursing through my brain. He took her hand in his, and I could’ve sworn my stomach did a double flip. Why else would I feel so nauseous?

“This is Lilia,” he spoke slowly and surely as if he knew exactly how I was feeling and was teasing me, each second more agonizing than the last. “We’ve been seeing each other for a year now and we’ve decided to tie the knot.” Like I totally didn’t know that.

“Surely you remember the first time I told you about her,” he added, making that same cackle he did a little over a year ago on that very day.

“You mean when you were drunk out of your mind, nonstop talking about her until your lips bled?” I let out a hearty laugh as Yakov joined me. I couldn’t help but notice the look of disgust forming on her face from the corner of my eye. I wasn't sure whether to get mad or to celebrate, so I settled with pretending like I didn’t care or notice.

I observed my surroundings as those two engaged in a conversation that seemed all too friendly for a couple that’s about to get married. Well, it’s their lives. I have no right to interfere.

The place couldn’t possibly have felt any less ‘Yakov’. It was incredibly fancy, and everyone around us wore suits and elegant dresses. We only wore our casual clothes, with the exception of Lilia who was flaunting a gorgeous blue dress. It honestly seems like a miracle that these two even dated.

Our food arrived around thirty minutes later, and we began to eat in silence. Looking at the scarce amount of food on my plate, I felt dismayed. And to think one plate cost nearly ₽ 2,000…surely Yakov’s gone insane! I sighed quietly as I indulge myself in the dish. I initially wanted to excuse myself and just leave rather than eat something so costly, but that’d be an even greater waste of money. Besides, he’s my…best friend. I have to stay.

We parted ways after dinner.

…I honestly couldn’t help but feel a little bitter about how things turned out. First of all, this meeting included me because Yakov wished to talk to me, not her; yet throughout the whole thing, she would nonstop complain about so many different things that Yakov would’ve had to distract her to keep her from just rudely walking out. Secondly…I was really looking forward to leaving, and it wasn’t just so I could also leave the awkwardness behind. It was also because Yakov offered to stop by my home to have a couple glasses of beer, but no. That’s not exactly how things turned out, is it? And now, I’m standing here, waving at their slowly shrinking figures with a strained smile on my face.

I felt bad for complaining. I had absolutely no right to. I should be happy. I should be happy for him…but no matter how many times I tell myself that, I just…can’t. How am I supposed to be happy for him when whenever he looks at her with those gentle eyes, my chest feels like it’s being sucked into oblivion? How am I supposed to feel happy for him when whenever he intertwines his fingers with hers, I have to hold in a choking breath just to keep myself from throwing up? How am I supposed to be happy for him when whenever he tells her he loves her, my heart breaks a little more at the thought that I never even got to tell him I loved him?

A few tears fell down my cheeks, but they felt more like icicles scraping my bare skin. “Yasha,” my voice quivered into a whisper. I wanted to scream. I wanted to scream for him, but my voice cracked and trembled every time I tried. “Yasha,” I whimpered. “Yasha…”

My knees buckled under me as I broke into sobs on the icy snow. Everything I’ve been holding back came flowing out of me as if a dam from within me was burst open. I stayed there, hugging my knees to shield myself from the cold wind. I thought about the possibly of freezing to death. I thought about not minding it if it does come. If it rids me of this pain, I’d gladly welcome it with open arms.

“You loved him, didn’t you?” asked a foreign voice that seemed to be looming over me. The voice was feminine, so it was easy to assume it was a woman. “Yeah,” I muttered, not even bothering to look at whoever’s talking to me. “It’s okay,” she says empathetically, making her presence known as she knelt down beside me. “I loved her too.”

Her statement made me turn around and face her. She had a kind smile and eyes that couldn’t have shown her heartbreak any better than it already did. This...woman...in love with Lilia? How? “Why?” I asked her. She giggled with nostalgia in her laughter. “She seemed terrible, didn’t she?” She looked off in the far distance, right where Yakov’s and Lilia’s figure would be if they were still there. “She always hides everything with that strict demeanor of hers.”

“But in reality, she’s kind,” she finished. “Possibly the kindest person I know, as shocking as that might sound.” I looked down at my freezing fingers, the guilt inside me growing stronger by the minute. “Hey, mind if I tell you a story?” the girl beside me asked. I nodded my head slowly and got comfortable. Seems like we’ll be here a while.

“Once, there was a girl. She was always sad and lonely...but then, there was another. This girl’s name was Lilia, and she saved that girl’s life,” she began. “They fell in love at a very young age. ‘No one could tear them apart,’ they thought. And it was true...until their feelings for each other became known.” At this point, her voice started cracking and her breaths got shaky, but she didn’t stop. “The sad and lonely girl’s father kicked her out and disowned her. Lilia’s moved her as far away from the other girl as possible. He put her through hours and hours of therapy, just to try and cure the ‘disease’ that could’ve possibly made his daughter fall for one of another. So, by the time the other girl found her again,” she paused as she let out a sad laugh. “It was too late.”

“Lilia pretended not to remember her, although her eyes spoke volumes, and she forgot to silence them. The girl knew she was lying, and she was about to tell Lilia something she should’ve told her before... that she loved her...but then, a man stepped out of the house behind her, planting a kiss on Lilia’s cheek as he ran over to her,” her smile was now directed at me. “It was Yakov.”

“And the sad and lonely girl...that was you, wasn’t it?” I asked carefully. She replied with a nod as her head hung over her intertwined hands. She was holding a black, velvet box...

“Please,” she whispered, looking at me with pleading eyes. “Even if it turns out bad, you have to tell him you love him...”

“Because I never got to tell mine I loved her, and now look at me,” she finished with tears in her eyes.

I stood up, brushing off the snow that stuck to my coat. I fished through my pocket and took out a handkerchief that had my initials in the corner. I tossed it to her and she caught it with a clumsy catch. I smiled down at her. “I will.”

I ran in the direction of Yasha’s home, my heart throbbing in my chest. My thoughts were a tangled mess, but I could see one clear goal. I have to tell him.

“Yakov, please wait for me.”

[To Be Continued...]

#yuri on ice #yoi #yakov feltsman #nikolai plisetsky #lilia baranovskaya #yakpa

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