Again.

Vi curled up in your shared bed, eyes squeezing shut desperately as she tried to will away the thoughts that plagued her mind. She had half a mind to grab the alcohol bottles in your cabinet, chug it down and forget-- but she'd rather not have your disappointed face added onto the guilt she already felt.

She'd lost her. Again.

Her little sister-- time and time again, Vi always seemed to lose her. But now Jinx was gone forever, dead-- with a mutated version of her dad, for fucks sake. And Vi had just watched, unable to really do anything.

She heard you walk in, her head weakly lifting up to face you. She didn't bother to hide her grief, her emotions anymore-- she knew you'd be there. To hold her.

"Hey.."

Vi murmured weakly, wiping stray tears that she were suddenly aware had fell.