'It started with a slight pain in the chest, and nothing else. Yuuri would think later, at the funural of all places, that their lives had been torn apart in such a silent and unobtrusive manner.'
When Victor gets sick, its all that Yuuri can do to hold himself together. When they previously had years, now they have only moments in time, slipping away faster then either of them can bear. Yuuri is who he is because of Victor, he knows the meaning of love because of Victor. But bearable or not, this is the journey they must take; together and then apart.
But no matter what, Yuuri will never be alone.