Amaranthine

Everyday has been faint hues of light and then darker and then darkest. He doesn’t understand when people talk about colour and how the blue of the sky is not the same as the blue of the sea and oh Yuuri it’s wonderful, but it’s not – it’s all just grey.He thinks how despite it not really mattering – it’s not life-threatening, this whole no-soulmate business – it’s just not really fair either. Because he can do all these things, all these really mundane every-life things like cooking rice and walking his dog, and that’s fine, alright, but other people get to do it with their other half. Better half, probably, in Yuuri’s case, because he’s actually really bad at cooking rice.He can fly, he thinks, but that doesn’t stop him from wanting someone else to fly with him.