OtabekxYuri: Cycle of Grief II______________________
Ignorance Pt. 2
If there was one aspect I prided myself in, it would be that I refused to let the stress of my family interfere with my dancing.
I’ve been involved with ballet from as early as toddlerhood, having joined my mother during many of her final practices and recitals. As I got older, it became a sacred experience that I desperately held onto and still do to this day.
The best way I could describe my feelings...is that ballet possesses significance in the foundation of the adult I'm trying to become.
I think what gets under my skin the most is that I can easily remember when my mother was still visibly in her right mind. My fondest memories of her are in this same studio, tying her shoes, braiding her hair, and performing at the barre - the same routine I follow now. Mom was a vision to behold in her prime - a true goddess of dance, as others put it.
Through the few years we were able to attend together, she had a sayi
OtabekxYuri: Cycle of Grief (Prologue)________________________
Cycle of Grief: Prologue
Ignorance. Knowledge. Resistance. Realization. Anguish. Acceptance.
This is my cycle of grief.
What I'm grieving over is a little harder to place and explain. Finding one solid source is more difficult than most people could imagine.
First of all, the innocence that came with my childhood was short-lived - almost nonexistent. What left me a lifetime ago was currently unattainable, and what I found hardest to swallow had been coming to terms with this truth.
In addition, becoming a teenager during all of this felt like the end of the world; I found myself in denial and refused to accept this reality built around me. I didn't want to come to terms with the changes going on in my life, and I planned to go down fighting against the grain. Back then, it felt as though an entire decade and a half of my life had been wasted on living up to and accomplishing the dreams of someone who became nothing more than a cr
Dream | Yuri PlisetskyHe takes a deep breath and then doesn't understand why the relief of oxygen does not get to him. He closes his eyes and opens them again and closes them and opens them until the world is a blur but as two dimensional as it was before and he can't understand.
He sees himself biting on his lip -
trying to not break.
He sees himself tense and curled up,
against the window of his hotel room- in the dark that offers shelter through "out of sight, out of mind"..
He sees himself crying.
He sees himself dying.
He is part of the world yet he is not; he is part of himself yet he is not. He knows he is not okay, he knows he is that body on the ground shaking with emotion but he is not the body on the ground shaking with emotion.
He is a dream.
He does not exist to himself.
He does not exist to you.
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Yuri Plisetsky is a 15 year old professional figure skater and one of the main characters of Yuri!!! on Ice.
Birthday: March 1
Height: 163 cm (5'4)
Blood Type: B
Debut: Episode 1 (anime)
Seiyuu: Kōki Uchiyama
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