There are certain moments in Yuri Plisetsky’s life that he likes to forget happened at all. The time they were chased from the apartment, the landlord angrily spitting and waving threateningly at them when his mother couldn’t produce enough money for rent. Babushka’s funeral. The first time he fell in competition.
He cannot forget that, under the black band he wears around his wrist like a shield, his soulmark may as well be nonexistent.
Bookmarked by Diasinatardis
11 Sep 2017