[Doujin] Yuri's Love

Victor's side face is beautiful, and his temporarily fair skin is slightly red in the sun.He noticed my gaze and turned his head to look at me with tenderness in his eyes.

"What's wrong? Nervous?"

I shook my head, talking about my feelings over the past few months.This marriage, he—I see—

I love him--

I see--

i understand him

"I used to only have regrets for Japan. I thought a lot about the days after the game. I lost to myself. I don't know what I look like under the flashlight. I only know that I am a failure." , I couldn’t get out. But, you came in front of me.”

"Victor, you are Victor."

I looked at him and he wiped the tears from my face.I stabilized my emotions, choked up and said: "My Victor, at that time you tried every means to be my coach, you are really good, you are really good. Thank you."

"I saw a different me, all because of you. My love for you comes from your support, and I can interpret yurionice well. I can understand it, it's you."

I buried myself in his chest with all my strength, and I can't forget his proposal, and I can't forget his encouragement to me.

Thank you, really.

Victor.

After a few months, there was no progress between Yuri and Otabek, and the relationship between friends was still the same as before.I don't know if Yuri's starting point is to face Otabek as a friend. The relationship between the two is like looking for something to talk about.

It was also my wedding to Victor.

In order to calm down, Victor did not invite the media, but he also invited some familiar friends.

It was by the sea, near dusk.

I have never been so warm, my enthusiasm was consumed by that mistake.He is like the sun rising suddenly, and also like the spark that hit me suddenly, sparking a spark in my heart.

I watched him walk towards me, and I walked towards him.

After a long time, the ring was set on my hand.

everything is like a dream

Yuri looked at the two people who were present at the same time, and understood something.It's no longer like a long time ago, when parents disappeared, you can only protect yourself by hurting others.It seemed that something had ignited my heart, as if a feeling that had disappeared for a long time returned to me.

Otabek walked to Yuri's side slowly, and just looked down at Yuri who was thinking about something.Many feelings in my heart have been worn away, and my high coldness has no sense of existence in front of this person in front of me.

I will play games with him, or eat snacks that the coach does not allow with puffed cheeks, and let him lie safely in my arms.

Sensing the person beside him, Yuri looked up at him.

Said softly, "I understand, so give it a try."

Otabek looked at him without saying a word.

Like me, he was wondering if he was in a dream.

☆, quarrel

Like many newlyweds, Victor and I are sweet.Although we are very happy, quarrels are inevitable, but both he and I can put down our faces and say sorry.

Yuri and Otabek are also together, very happy.

Yuri's character should also be polished by Otabek.

In fact, after a long time, I looked at the present in a blink of an eye. I hope they can be together later, at least they can see their hearts clearly, and then think about whether the other party is suitable for me, and whether they are the ones I want.

This way, they can also reassure each other.

Yuri looked at Otabek in the kitchen, feeling relieved for a moment.

But also short-lived.

"what to do?"

Otabek put down the spatula and covered the pot.Turning his head, looked at Yuri and smiled: "Sweet and sour."

"Chinese food?"

"Yeah." Otabek came over and immediately hugged Yuri, which is not used to it. "My brother went to China for a few months and taught me how to make this dish, so I want to make it for you."

Yuri pouted and said, "Don't spoil me so much, it's time for the game, so eat less."

Otabek looked at himself like this, unavoidably a little uncomfortable.

There is one more month until the grand prix begins again.Last time, I won the highest glory, stood on the podium, and became the pride of Russia.Best of all, become grandpa's pride.

He looked at himself and smiled suddenly.

Yuri was a little dazed, why didn't he smile before.Two small dimples, I like it very much, like the sun.

Moreover, there is a fragrance in the nose.

Refreshing.

"Victor?" Yuri bit the chopsticks, and Victor called at this moment.

Otabek looked at himself.

"Huh? Yuuri ran away in anger?"

"Well, I had a quarrel with Xiaowei today because of his illness, and accidentally said some angry words." Victor's tone was a little anxious, and it was accompanied by rapid breathing, and the horn of a car passed by from time to time.

"It's not because of you."

"I understand." Victor was a little helpless, it was already night.

The traffic lights on the cross street are slowly alternating, and the cars are whizzing by.

"I can not."

"Without him."

Yuri's heart tightened, and he was suddenly taken aback for a moment.

Otabek took the phone and gave Yuri a complicated look.

The lights are a little dazzling.

"Where does he usually go?"

"Well, there is an ice skating hall on that street."

"Have you looked for it?"

"I found it."

"No, he should be at the airport." Yuri suddenly understood something, and his eyes were full of melancholy.

Otabek looked at the person he loved and suddenly understood.There was no pain as imagined in my heart, but I was relieved instead.

Yuri hung up the phone, staring straight at the golden pork ribs on the table.

God is gone.

Otabek glanced at himself, got up, and left.

No big living room.

I was left alone.

"I'm sorry." Yuri said this suddenly.

Otabek who opened the door was taken aback, but closed the door anyway.

It turned out that he still felt sorry for himself.

It can never be replaced, the so-called longing——

Still do not know--

Can't look directly at my feelings——

I'm sorry Yuri, I can't do it, I can't let it go at all.

For Victor, he has nothing but guilt for himself.

"Next, it's No.2 from the last Grand Prix. I invite the most beautiful performer, Yuuri."

The audience screamed.

Looking at Yuuri's black suit, the shiny diamond piece on it is an oriental dragon, wrapping around his waist.

"Yurionice."

The music begins.

Slowly opening his arms, his slender fingers pointed to the spotlight above.

His movements are graceful, yet so fatally beautiful.

Victor looked at me performing, with an unusual light in his eyes.

Flying smoothly on the ice.

As if he was an elf, interpreting his beautiful love.

"Yuuri is so charming." Pivi looked at the screen and praised.

Others followed suit.

"Yes, and the fluency is very high."

The game hasn't started yet.

At present, it is just a so-called impromptu performance held by the contestants in order to gain their popularity.

So, there are no fixed and rigid scores.

Therefore, I don't need to care about my completion.

What needs to be paid attention to is to integrate with one's own world.

Work hard and enjoy.

☆, leave

"Airport?!"

Viktor suddenly understands that this so-called airport, the ring Yuuri is forever attached to, is in Russia.

Panting, a boy with glasses is holding a suitcase.

The tears in my eyes haven't evaporated yet.

His face was flushed, and he glanced at the hall.

turn around.

"Yuuri."

Victor's voice.

Feel yourself being hugged.

"sorry."

In an instant, my grievance was expressed in the form of tears like a flood breaking a bank.

"I always thought you cared about me. But I was wrong. You cared about everything about me."

He choked up.

At that moment, the people around seemed to be still.I felt the tears slide down my neck, and Victor cried.In front of me who is helpless, he is like a child who has lost his direction.

"It's okay. You will be sorry, and I will definitely forgive you because the object is you."

Still for a few seconds.

"Thank you."

the other end.

Otabek boarded the plane slowly, without attachment.

Many times, I always think that forcing myself will make me feel at ease.

pity.

Yuri curled up beside the bed, looking out the window into the night.

Silently.

I still don't understand, my own heart.

I like it very much, but for two different people.

☆, the determination of eyes

"Next, it's No.2 from the last Grand Prix. I invite the most beautiful performer, Yuuri."

The audience screamed.

Looking at Yuuri's black suit, the shiny diamond piece on it is an oriental dragon, wrapping around his waist.

"Yurionice."

The music begins.

Slowly opening his arms, his slender fingers pointed to the spotlight above.

His movements are graceful, yet so fatally beautiful.

Victor looked at me performing, with an unusual light in his eyes.

Flying smoothly on the ice.

As if he was an elf, interpreting his beautiful love.

"Yuuri is so charming." Pivi looked at the screen and praised.

Others followed suit.

"Yes, and the fluency is very high."

The game hasn't started yet.

At present, it is just a so-called impromptu performance held by the contestants in order to gain their popularity.

So, there are no fixed and rigid scores.

Therefore, I don't need to care about my completion.

What needs to be paid attention to is to integrate with one's own world.

Work hard and enjoy.

The beautiful melody spilled out from his fingertips, just because of the pure steps.

He seemed to melt with the ice.

Because he is Yuuri.

The ice is his territory! ! !

Victor looked at him with some excitement. Following the beat, the audience began to beat with their palms.

It is because of love that I am like this.

The words that Victor kept.

Retaining embrace.

This is beyond everyone's reach.

Otabek watched the TV and sighed in silence.

Yuri watched TV, lost in thought.

is not it

overdo it

I felt hot all over my body, step by step, at my own pace, slowly bent my waist down.

最后

Under the spotlight.

I greeted the flash with open arms.

Victor looked softly.

The Xiaowei doll in his arms still had a blank expression on his face.

I thank the field.

I hurriedly skated on the ice, anxiously moving towards the front of the person I love.

"good performance."

"Ah."

I tried my best to bury my head in his chest, and heard the steady beating of his heart.

There was no sign that the hotness on his body would diminish, but on the contrary, it became more serious.

And...it itches.

"what happened?"

As if aware of my discomfort, Victor lowered his head and pressed his chin to my forehead and asked.

"hot."

"Hot? Let's go back to the lounge first."

Victor proposed.

I shook my head, and he looked puzzled.

I explained: "The next one is Yuri's performance."

He seemed to understand my thoughts and let me go.

The hotness on my body gradually calmed down as I breathed.

"Dark horse of the last Grand Prix, youngest in the senior class."

"Yuri, please."

"Love! onice."

Both are arranged by Victor, but these two songs with similar names have different styles.

Yurionice is cheerful throughout, a true love song.

However, what Yuri interprets is the twists and turns of true love.

Open your arms, like a fairy in the sky who does not eat fireworks.

The shining diamond slices seem to be irradiated by the sun.

The movements are obviously so sad, they close their hands little by little, and then slowly separate them.

And the so-called costumes seem to be just for the joy of playing in and out of the music.

Really, the essence of love is the deep helplessness of two people.

I feel like Yuri is a different person.

Otabek, looking at that gorgeous figure.

-slowly

-slowly

Turning his head, he no longer looked at the person whose heart was removed from him.

☆, sudden distress

Yuri was skating on the ice, slowly, his movements seemed to hesitate.

The melody, step by step, seems to be attacking my own heart.

-what to do

-Otabek

-I am so sad

I watched Yuri's movements and pushed Victor a little worriedly.

He seemed to understand and patted my waist.

"It's okay, just think about it."

I nodded.

It seems to be reaching a climax, the plump feathers are trembling in the air.

Yuri is as beautiful as a painting, outlining a beautiful painting with her own posture.

Like God's favorite.

"Maybe...we're really not suitable."

"Have you ever thought about the feeling of waiting for someone?"

"Have you tried it?"

"Standing in the dust, waiting for someone alone."

"When passing by, he passed by."

"There are still scars."

Otabek's words were like a knife, cutting scars on his heart one by one.

----sorry

----I have tried before

----I have waited, I understand.

In the middle, I want to go in and defend Yuri.

But Victor stopped me.

He squatted helplessly on the ice, and I saw tears slide down his face.

However, it fell straight onto the ice.

The music still goes on.

But it was the most helpless period of ups and downs.

The audience seemed to be infected by the atmosphere, and slowly supported it.

Started alone.

And then the audience.

Encouraging applause resounded throughout the stadium.

Someone was calling his name and throwing bouquets of roses into the rink.

Otabek had already turned his eyes away at that moment.

Turn away.

At the last moment, I called the coach.

"I quit."

Is there an inexplicable pain in my heart, which makes music break into my heart without warning.

It was he who was beaten without a human form.

- maybe a long time

- maybe just a few minutes

Yuri stood up slowly, but with a smile on his face.

Everyone is applauding him.

He seems to be a born emperor.

Hands up for encouragement.

I saw the tear stains under the flash.

☆ alone

"he?"

"fine."

Victor gave me a look of reassurance.

I can't, but I can't.

Yuri skated through the journey alone, with Victor and I at the end.

Flash, flashing non-stop.

Flowers, keep throwing.

However, it is impossible to directly peek into the darkness of the human heart.

"Yuri."

I saw his gaze and stopped behind Victor.

He seems not to know us, he lives in his own world.

His performance was more or less embellished by the media and put on the Internet.

More, talking about Yuri.

More or less, there will be some unpleasant sounds.

But Yuri has no time to learn about these things, and has been practicing alone in his lounge.

The coach looked at the room and sighed helplessly.

Victor looked out the window, it was time too.

I was angry with him, obviously well.

But he wants to make some strange plan to toss a person.

The sunset in Japan always has orange sunlight, which makes people feel good.

Xiaowei is also very good.

Mom and I video call from time to time.

Tomorrow, the Grand Prix begins.

But...not to be taken lightly.

It was already dark, and the neon lights from outside flashed into the dark room.

Yuri crouched alone at the end of the bed.

Look at the sky full of stars.

I vaguely remember, Otabek.

----He is really good to himself.

----sorry.

----I was wrong.

----Can you not leave me.

When others discussed that Otabek voluntarily withdrew from the game due to physical reasons.

My heart felt as if it had been poked to the freezing point and frozen.

Knowing that the physical reason is just a reason.

But... many times, in order to escape, we have no choice but to choose a helpless method.

As a skater, the so-called glory is for one's own country, for expressing one's feelings and one's favorite in front of everyone.

However, love between children has become a way to escape for no reason.

Yuri felt distressed, knowing that she still had a little illusion about Victor.

Why, go to the so-called in order to make up.

Still, being with others becomes the reason for saving others.

Also... vaguely remember those so-called past.

☆, the past (1)

After Victor and I got married that day, we got together again and had dinner.

Otabek carefully opened the chair for Yuri.

Yuri smiled with difficulty.

Victor was a little surprised, looked at Otabek next to him and nodded.

I understood instantly.

"Yuri."

Otabek called out and put a piece of fried golden pork ribs in Yuri's bowl.

Yuri picked it up again, and started eating on his own.

Victor imitated, and put a piece of meat with curry into my bowl.

"Come on, Yuuri."

It's a pity that the kind-hearted me didn't think of this, and my face blushed inexplicably.

"Oh."

I seemed to react suddenly, "No." I clipped it back to Victor.

Victor looked at the meat in the bowl and looked at me innocently, pretending to be hurt.

"Yuuri."

"Eat it yourself."

Yuri looked at me, a little dissatisfied.

Otabek didn't have time to talk to us, so he picked up a few chopsticks and sent them directly to Yuri's bowl.

"Well...not anymore."

Yuri bumped Otabek's arm with some embarrassment.

It seemed inappropriate again: "I can't eat it."

Otabek kindly persuaded: "The competition is coming, if you don't eat more, you won't be able to eat."

"..." Hearing this, I also wanted to eat desperately.

But he was surprised that Otabek said so much at once.

Really happy for Yuri.

It turns out that love can change so much.

: P Although this sentence feels a bit vulgar.

But, I looked at the person next to me.

The soft light was imprinted on his face.

The silver-white hair is heart-pounding.

Then, how much will I change for him.

Or, how much he will change for me.

He seemed to feel my warm gaze.

Turn your head and look at me.

Asked: "What's wrong?"

I was discovered, so I had to blushed, turned my head away, and... bowed my head in embarrassment.

"It's nothing."

"..." Yuri looked at me speechlessly.

Ignoring all eyes, Otabek didn't eat much, but only paid attention to what Yuri ate.

It was a dinner that should be very comfortable, but Yuri and Otabek's love showed their faces.

Although, I'm already married.

Hee hee (o^^o)

After dinner, Victor was a little drunk.

He obviously couldn't drink much, but he still endured it, and competed with Otabek.

Knowing that you can't win, you still have to pretend to be awesome in front of me.

As a result... Otabek didn't react at all, and stood side by side with Yuri normally.

As for me, I could only help this big stupid bear slowly get on the elevator.

"Do you want me to help?" Otabek and Yuri walked into the elevator, Otabek asked kindly.

"No need." I glanced at him with a smile, and scratched my head embarrassedly.

And then... since I'm the supporting Victor.

So...Victor's honor on the ground...

I reacted quickly, and this time I hugged Victor tightly in my arms.

It's just... like a happy child, holding a teddy bear much bigger than himself, with his head under the bear's arm.

"..."

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☆, the past (2)

As soon as I entered the room, I helplessly supported Victor on the sofa.

The lights were a bit dim, and this man got carried away when he was happy.

Normally, he did everything he was not allowed to do.

"Alas!" I sighed.

Went to the bathroom and wrung out cold water with a towel.

It directly covered his face, pretending to be angry, and poked someone's head with his hand.

I still dare not use great strength.

"..." Victor turned over in his sleep and dropped the towel.

His eyelashes are long.

Silently, I pushed his head again, and said, "Look at you, there is no reason for everything you do, it's like..."

It's as if you came to be my coach for no reason at the beginning.

"Why do you insist on being my coach?"

I looked at Victor's appearance and spoke to myself.

It was as if, back to the time when I first saw him.

"I can't believe it, you were once the person I admired the most."

My hand involuntarily stroked his white hair, followed by long eyelashes.

Glasses.

nose.

mouth.

I gently pressed it with my hand in a wicked way, um.....it's still soft!

Suddenly, Victor opened his mouth and bit my finger.

"..."

I'm speechless.

Victor opened his eyes, grabbed my hand, let go of his teeth, and lightly left a mouth mark on it.

"You are obviously drunk!"

Victor said with a smile: "I was indeed drunk before, but I have recovered."

I turned my head away: "Hmph! You lied to me."

Victor laughed and put his hands on my face.The heat from his hands slowly spread to my face, as if it had been burned.

There is a faint smell of wine, swirling between us, between our lips and teeth.

Yuri closed the door, and Otabek sat on the sofa by himself, resting his forehead.

"What's wrong?" Yuri walked over, squatted down, and looked at Otabek.

He had closed his eyes, but his face was abnormally reddish.

It turned out that he had been pretending to be sober on the road.

"Drunk?" Yuri asked.

Otabek frowned and hummed.

Yuri gave a muffled laugh helplessly, and went to twist a cold towel.

brushed over Otabek's burning face.

Unexpectedly, Otabek opened his eyes.

His dark eyes stared straight at him.There is an abnormal light in the pupil, which arouses sparks. Yuri just felt like she was stuck in it, as if she couldn't get out again.

"Yuri." Otabek just called out.

Yuri stopped what she was doing, and met his gaze in a daze.

"Ok?"

Otabek didn't speak, just maintained like this, but he made a move.

Slowly grabbing Yuri's hand holding the towel, she laid it on her waist.

Yuri put both hands on Otabek's waist like this, and slowly got up.

At this moment, there is obviously no need for any words.

But Yuri just wanted to say a few words: "Can you stop bullying me?"

Otabek laughed.

His gentle eyes have already explained everything, and he will treat him well.

"Ok?"

Otabek stepped forward and directly pressed the person on his lap.

"Don't bully me." This time, Yuri's tone was much softer, with a bit of ambiguity.

Otabek didn't answer, and put his lips on it directly.

"Well......"

All words stop at the mouth.

---- Never influence the future because of the past.

PS: Dear friends of Uncle Park, you may not understand the events in these articles.These articles are interspersed, as explained at the beginning of the previous article, they are memories, the time when Yuuri and Victor got married.

☆、Announcement

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Because some of the feelings I want to express have not yet been expressed. .

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☆、Grandpa's persuasion

Recovering, Yuri looked at the screen.

Someone was performing on the ice rink, but it was still nothing.

-For some reason, the appearance of that person will emerge.

"Yuri, your grandpa is here."

The coach entered the lounge and said.

grandfather?

grandfather!

Seeing behind the coach, some toddling old people came out.

Yuri hurried forward, clinging to the old man.

"grandfather!"

"Yuri, have you practiced well recently?" Grandpa looked at his grandson, and slowly took out a few buns wrapped with pork chop rice from his bag.

Yuri nodded and said, "Of course."

He took the bun and asked again: "Grandpa, will you watch my game?"

"If it's okay, I'll come."

This sentence is like motivation, clearing away the previous unhappiness one by one.But it is because of the emptiness that I feel empty in my heart, replaced by loneliness and disappointment.

"Oh! That's right. I heard from Victor that you and Otabek had a conflict?"

Yuri secretly said in her heart, why did Victor talk about himself again... Humph!Forget it, I will go to him to settle accounts later.

Then, nod slowly.

"Oh." Grandpa sighed.

You went on to say: "Although my attitude is a bit tougher, I am still an adult. I like it if I like it, and I don't like it if I don't like it. I won't say that I will force you."

Yuri received Grandpa's gaze, nodded her head, and her mood suddenly became complicated.

"Besides, Victor is already married, so don't hurry up. Aren't you, won't you lose to Victor?"

Yuri has this temperament, and she is a little more competitive.

"Absolutely not."

Grandpa said: "But you have already lost to him in this matter."

Yuri secretly clenched his fists.

"But... I don't know how I feel."

"I'm obviously happy when I'm with him, but I'm also disappointed."

"I always thought my feelings for Victor weren't over yet, so..."

Grandpa interrupted: "So you hurt him?"

Yuri shook his head self-consciously: "No?!"

"I will obviously care about him, but it feels like... It's like being in the fog, hesitating all the time, lingering all the time, and I can't find an exit."

"That's why I ignored Otabek's feelings and went away."

Grandpa sighed and said, "Silly boy."

He took out a cell phone from his pocket.

Then, a familiar voice came out.

"Grandpa, I'm sorry."

"I probably have to disappoint you."

"When I'm with Yuri, I'm very happy. But allow me, I'm not always patient with Yuri. You may be disappointed, but I can't help it."

"He was my best friend, to my best lover. I loved him very much from the beginning to the end. But... Yuri didn't love me that much."

"This feeling is that I waited for someone in the ashes for a long time, and when I passed by, I passed by."

"We don't know each other."

Grandpa glanced at his grandson sitting across from him, Yuri was already a little choked up, and his eyes were already red.

Love is not your own feeling, it’s not like you like it if you like it, it’s not like you don’t like it if you don’t like it, it’s a habit, you get used to sticking to you by your side, you get used to someone pampering you, you get used to it There is someone who loves you and lets you go.

"I always care about his feelings, but many times, I will deliberately ignore the Victor in his eyes. Please forgive my selfishness, I am not a perfect person. For the people I love, no, my Lover, I will not allow it, or there will be other people when I am with you. But only Yuri, only Yuri, will make me wait so long and love so exclusively. "

The water in Yuri's eye sockets has already left the eye sockets, slid down his face, and finally dripped on the table.

"Grandpa, I really should go. He won't need me or rely on me. But at least I've been with him, and that's enough, really, enough."

Yuri seemed to be suppressing her emotions, and shook her head to herself.

"no no!"

"You are enough, what about me?"

"You are always wishful thinking on your own, what about me? I was wandering in confusion, why did you leave? Since there is no feeling to cultivate, since there has been love, why did you leave? I hate you."

But, people have already left.

Looking back again, what does that do?

like water off a duck's back.

When love! Onice's music sounded again.

The whole audience was screaming, all for Yuri.

Enough to see his popularity.

The long music slowly trickles into the ears.

The graceful dancing posture is venting Yuri's depression and heaviness.

I looked at Yuri and asked Victor: "Successful?"

Victor nodded and looked at the field.

More, a kind of determination flowed from Yuri's body.

But... it seems to be a trace of nostalgia.

When seeing the score, Yuri immediately burst into tears.

Otabek, did you see that?

I have always been shining, will you be proud of me somewhere in the world?

"What I have always wanted is to interpret this song well. I hope that many people who are confused in their relationships can see their hearts clearly. Although, waiting for someone in the ashes, but that People will shine, passing by your side, even though there is no ripple, even though there is no impression, but that person will find himself in the most beautiful posture, look at you from afar, and love you from afar."

Otabek's mind keeps looping the words Yuri said on the TV.

☆, familiar appearance

Yuri! Onice's prelude sounded.

My hands crossed in front of my head slowly spread out in a butterfly shape.

Then, I reached out to meet the flashing light that was facing me.

In your most beautiful appearance.

To the person who likes oneself, to the person who loves the most, a perfect explanation.

I thought that the appearance of being unreasonable would give everyone a sense of existence in my heart.

But...it's just my own emotions.

Otabek taught himself a lesson.

Yuri suddenly understood something, and always felt that something was going to happen.

But there will be a trace of uneasiness in my heart.

At the entrance of the skating rink, a big screen broadcast live the events at this time.

Grandpa left after his performance.

But he left a sentence for himself: "Since you like it, then don't go around in circles."

Going in circles, this circle is as big as the world, no matter how correct the direction is, in the end, you will always arrive at the origin.

But the tacit understanding between the two has long since disappeared.

Nobody takes a rocket and takes themselves off Earth.

But he drove himself into a bottomless maze, unable to get to the exit.

Suddenly there was courage, words from Otabek.

He had no patience, but he wouldn't just sit on the sidelines.

Even though he was passing by, he could still run back and shine his light on him.

Yur