Fan Fiction - Krasobruslení - Drabbles
Goodbye my friend
You have been the one
You have been the one for me
~James Blunt – Goodbye My Lover~
He buried his face in the silky pillow, stifling a sob, and breathed in the clean smell. It made him remember the scent of Sergei’s skin when they went to bed; he’d always smelled of fresh soap.
It had come so unexpected. One day everything seemed to be just alright, the next Sergei was telling him that this is not working and we both have to focus on our skating now and also Plushenko will be gone soon and I want to take his place in Russia, surely you can understand, Johnny. In a way, Johnny did. But he still felt betrayed. You didn’t end a two-year relationship, a commitment!, with a prosti and a paka – it was not fair, it was not enough!
Johnny would prefer to be mad at Sergei, he wished he could be, but thinking of his now-ex-lover didn’t make his blood boil like he imagined it should – he had the right to be enraged, damn it! Instead, thinking of Sergei made him feel sad and crushed and stupid.
Johnny thought it was a bit tactless of Sergei to break up with him only a few days before Worlds. He didn’t like to admit it, but Sergei’s words had thrown Johnny, they had shattered his confidence, already frail after the Olympics. He knew for sure that Worlds was doomed. He even considered pulling out… He decided not to and part of the reason behind his decision was Johnny’s determination not to let Sergei know just how much he had hurt him.
So now he was in Calgary, alone in an unfamiliar bed, and all he could hold on to were painful memories and a bunch of fluffy pillows.
Pozn.: "Prosti" (psáno прости) znamená rusky "promiň" a "paka" (psáno пока) znamená "ahoj" (při loučení).