Hello!

I know I said I won't make any additional sequel for this but;;;

When inspiration suddenly appear.. well.. lol

And I'm still in the middle of writing the second story, but I wanted to make something special for Valentine.

So, one last short chapter for this story, yeah?

Hope you guys enjoy it!

I opened my eyes to the beautiful scenery I hold dear in my heart. A place full of memories of me and him. Somewhere in the quiet Russian suburb, I enjoyed the breeze as I sat on the table by the window. I'm at the villa that Victor bought as a gift for our 10th anniversary.

As always, I began my daily routines as I sipped the warm chamomile tea that Yuki made me. I took my pen and began writing carefully. My hand shook a little, but that's okay. And as usual, a letter will always start with the recipient's name. So I wrote it nicely at the top.

Dearest Vitya,

How are you, my dearest husband? Are you well? Have you been taking care of yourself?

I'm sure you'll ask me how I've been doing, so I'll tell you, I've been fine. I'm taking care of myself. Yuki has been fine as well, his wife and our grandchildren too. We all miss you here.

Vitya, right now, we are having a family vacation in the villa you bought for me on our 10th anniversary. Remember that? I was really surprised when you gave me the key. Thank you, love, trust me, you've never failed to surprise me.

Love, how long was it since we last see each other? Two years ago, was it? I've been missing you dearly ever since. I hope you missed me too.

Vitya, Vitya, Victor. I just loved it to write your name.

Hey, Vitya, do you know how people say that as you grow older, you'll start to forget things? That your memories will start failing you? It might sound weird, but I really don't believe them. Because even now, my memories still replaying itself vividly in my mind. The memories of you.

My love, now that I'm looking back to our memories, our lives had always been full of surprises, we continued as we surprised each other, as if we're competing to prove who loved each other more. It was fun, good times. The times I miss dearly.

I couldn't help but be thankful that you decided to come to Hasetsu to coach me, even now, it still feels surreal. I couldn't thank you enough for that, because for me, that's where it all begun. That was the first surprise and the most memorable one in my life.

I still remember everything clearly, and every day it was like watching a movie. I still remember our first meeting, our first grand prix, our engagement at Barcelona, our dance together, our wedding, our vows, my first gold, the day we lost Makkachin, the day we met Yuki, and many many more days in between and after that. We've been through those ups and downs together. We've supported each other, we've been through it all.

All the happy memories, all the silly fights, I remember them clearly. I'm sure despite being forgetful, you could remember all of them too.

Even up until the end, I still could remember that day. The day you said you loved me for the last time. The day when I woke up only to see you stayed still beside me. Lifeless. I remember sobbing quietly, afraid of disturbing your peaceful eternal sleep. You were smiling. And yes, it's been exactly two years after that day. Today was the anniversary of your death. And it marks two years since I started to write letters for you up there.

If you happen to read it all, I'm sure you've been reading more than 700 letters.

730 of them to be exact.

Yes, I've never missed a day to write you a letter, just to tell you how was my day, how I felt, how our family is doing, how our friend's doing.

Oh, but I do forget simple things sometimes, like where I put my glasses, or when I should take my vitamins. Yuki has been nagging me about that. Now I understand how you felt when I nag you about your forgetfulness.

Just like how I promised you, I wouldn't lie, Vitya. It was hard. Losing you was hard. But I'm okay. I'm lucky to be surrounded by the people who cares for me. Those people that I know because you introduced them to me, because you were the center of my world. Thank you, Victor. Thank you. I'd say it a thousand times and it still wouldn't be enough. It felt like you're still protecting me, even now.

Yuki has been taking care of me. He asked me to move in with him, so I have someone to take care of me. He's been really really good.

Oh, and Yurio. Remember our spoiled baby brother? He missed you too. I still remember how he cried when we held your funeral. He's been visiting me from time to time with Otabek. Even Phichit, Seung Gil, JJ, Chris, they still visited me from time to time. But despite being surrounded by so many people, my mind still drifted back to you. I know it won't be the same without you. Because you are my home. You are who I belong to, where I belong to.

We all miss you, Victor.

We still do.

But I guess, everything must come to an end.

Vitya, love, this will be my last letter for you.

I won't write anymore letter. I'm not sure, but I just have a feeling, that we'll soon meet.

We will meet.

So I hope you really take care of yourself up there, my love. And still wait for me.

I love you, Vitya. I have always been, and I always will.

See you soon.

20 April 2072

With love,

Your husband,

Yuuri.

"Uncle Yurio, thank you for coming," Yuki said politely, hugging the man once called Russian fairy, his former coach before Yuki himself retired from figure skating. "Papa will appreciate that."

"… Yeah. I'm sorry about Katsudon." Yurio replied. His green eyes was looking tired, swollen. The hand of his lover rested on his shoulder, giving him the support he needed. "Your papa and daddy are selfish bastards."

"Hmm. But I'm sure they are happy. They must've met each other up there, right?" Yuki smiled sadly.

"Well, those two have always been barely able to keep their hands off each other. But still, to leave me just like that.." Yurio started to choke again on his words.

The news of Yuuri sudden death shook those who were close to him. Yurio especially. He had grown fond of Yuuri as they spend more time together as rink mates and rival. He felt like he got a brother, a friend who understood him. A friend he now lost.

When the news reached him, he spend the whole day crying in his room in Kazakhstan, with Otabek trying to calm him down. Otabek booked the earliest flight they could find back to Russia.

"Doctor said it was a heart attack. He was fine that day, still smiling, the usual Papa. I didn't expect this when he suddenly said he was tired and wanted to sleep together with me, Haruka and our children. He hugged us and told us that he loved us. It was the same way Daddy left," Yuki explained without Yurio having to ask. "Even now, it's as if he was sleeping peacefully." Yuki glanced at where Yuuri was laid. White and blue roses encircled him.

"I found this letter on the table the day he passed away. It seemed as if he knew that he would left us that day. He said he'll meet Dad soon.." Yuki gave an envelope to Yurio.

Yurio smiled a little when he read the letter.

Always the same stupid Katsudon. So blindly in love.

"Thank you for telling me, Yuki."

"It's nothing. You guys are his friends, you are our family too. You should be here."

Yurio moved to pay his last respect. Otabek gave him a room to be alone with Yuuri for a while. Yurio carefully took a blue rose and kissed the petals before putting it down on Yuuri's hands.

"Farewell, Yuuri. Farewell, brother."

It was bright. So bright that it forced me to open my eyes.

Slowly, I lazily opened my eyelid.

I smiled.

"Morning, sleeping beauty," I heard a familiar voice. The voice I've missed.

"Hey," I replied, almost a whisper. I smiled to the loving blue orbs. Always, always the loving blue orbs I remembered.

"Missed me, love?" he asked.

"Of course," I opened my arms despite still laying down. He chuckled. How I missed that laugh.

"Still the same baby I remember," he said as he leaned down, hugging me back.

"Vitya," I called his name, feeling him smiling as he nuzzled on the crook of my neck. "Vitya." How I missed this man so dearly. I let my hand roamed between the silver locks on his head. He looked so young, just like how we first met.

"Yes, Yuuri?" He hummed as he leaned in for a kiss. A sweet, longing kiss, as if to make up the time when he left me first for two years. My Agape.

"Call my name again, Vitya," I said softly.

"Yuuri."

There, I miss you.

"Again.."

"Yuuri," he said again, chuckling at my childishness.

I miss hearing you calling my name.

I giggled as I let myself be embraced to the warm loving arms. The same warm loving arms that I remembered my whole life. With the same scent that I loved. My husband.

Finally we meet again. Finally.

"I'm home, Vitya. I'm finally home." I said as I stared to those pair of blue orbs.

He smiled. I smiled.

Finally we can start again, a new beginning.

He kissed my forehead.

"Welcome home, Yuuri."

From now to the eternity.

A/N:

Anddddd that's the end.

Thank you for reading it up til the end

I really really appreciate it.

I would like to say sorry for breaking your hearts, but yes, Happy Valentine!

Please have some Victuuri angst lololol

/slapped

Thank you so much for all the support you guys have given me!

P.S. : If you guys wondered how Yuki looked like, I would say I was inspired by Kurose Riku from Ten Count ;)