Counting Down The Days (смешанная)

Yuuri carried the box to Viktor’s room and placed it along the wall next to the others. As he turned to leave, there was something about the quality of the light and the way it spilled across the bed and the pillow Viktor had used. The rest of the room was dark, except for that one sunbeam, highlighting where Viktor had slept when he was there.
Sighing, Yuuri sat down on the bed and looked down at Viktor’s pillow, remembering a time when the light had been just like this and how it had cast a golden glow on Viktor’s skin and lit up his hair… Yuuri reached out and let his fingertips caress the pillow case, wishing again that Viktor was there with him.
He pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of the light on Viktor’s pillow. He sent the image in a text to Viktor with a simple message: I miss you.
The reply was almost immediate: a wide angle selfie of Viktor lying on his bed in Saint Petersburg, his hair tousled and a faint smile on his lips. His free hand pointed at the pillow to his right.
I miss you, too. This one is for you when you get here.
Yuuri wiped away sudden tears. Two weeks? The waiting was killing him.