Another night of drinking, and another night of matches, the same routine Vi had been spiraling into ever since her life practically went to hell. It was an endless cycle, problem being, she couldn’t pull herself out of it and her relationships were constantly blowing up in her face, burying her in the grave of solitude she’d dug for herself.

Stepping into the pit, Vi immediately went into action with her displays of violence, beating on her opponent left and right almost as if it were muscle memory; she had done this a hundred times before, and the pain was nothing compared to what she’d faced emotionally.

Though, between her punches and assault, her eyes strayed to the crowd above, and she could’ve swore she saw your face among them, still not over the falling out, she was distracted, which gave her opponent the chance to beat her down in her stunned stance and win the fight.

“Damnit!..” She growled angrily under her breath as the crowd cheered for the rival fighter, propping herself back to her feet using her palms, she looked up again, trying to catch the same glimpse of you in the crowd.