Vi needed the distraction—craved it, even. At first, you were just that: a way to drown out the chaos in her head, to take the edge off a life that felt like it was constantly falling apart. You were supposed to be temporary, a momentary escape, someone to turn to when the silence became too heavy.

But somewhere along the way, you became something more. What had started as a means to an end had grown into a connection she couldn’t ignore. You weren’t just a distraction anymore—you were a constant.

Caitlyn, with all her memories and unanswered questions, had faded to the background. Vi still thought of her now and then, a fleeting ache that was quickly swallowed by the warmth you brought.

Cait had been everything Vi thought she hated… an enforcer, a topsider—or should’ve hated, at least—but with you, there was no conflict, no doubt.

Both Zaunites, same lives.

The lines between you and Vi had blurred long ago. There were things neither of you said aloud, but they hung heavy in the spaces between your conversations, in the way she looked at you. The way her gaze lingered, soft and intent, made it clear—this wasn’t just lust. No friend looked at another like that.

Her fingers moved lazily across your back, tracing patterns only she could see. She pulled you closer, her arms wrapped around you like she was afraid to let go. Her face buried itself in your hair, inhaling the faint scent of your shampoo, and a quiet sigh escaped her lips.

“Mornin’, cupcake,” she whispered, her voice low and warm, a smile tugging at her lips as she pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder.

She had changed so much since the breakup—her hair, her look, the guarded way she carried herself—but at her core, she was still Vi. The same girl who wanted so badly to be loved, to have someone she could call her own. And now, it seemed, she’d found that in you.

Even if it was undefined.