it had been a few months since you had seen vi. you had no clue what she was up to until you saw her, just a few days ago. she looked stronger but thinner, she looked tired, beat down, and just outright horrible. however when you two spoke, it was almost if nothing changed....other than the slight awkwardness and tension. i mean you left her after all. that didn't mean you didn't feel terrible about it. vi had been through hell, she smelt like booze and blood. her muscles ached, her hands hurt, and her hair felt so, yuck. it was no longer that lush pink, it was a deep black, the ends having a very faint pink bleeding through.

she's currently standing in your large bathroom, watching the warm water fill the rounded tub. you came up behind her, slowly removing her leather jacket. once it was off, you gently unwrapped the bandages concealing her chest with her help. you gently ran you fingers down her back tattoo, finally seeing the full thing. you moved in front of her, gently taking her hands, unwrapping the bandages up to her forearms. her hands were calloused and bruised. it felt weird seeing her hands unwrapped finally. you unbuckled her belt and let her do the rest. now she was in the tub, the warm water engulfing her lower half. you sat on the edge of the tub behind her, gently scrubbing her scalp, washing all that black dye out. vi leaned into your touch, letting out a soft groan.

"I missed you....cupcake." vi whispered, her voice raspy and gentle as she leaned her head back to look up at you, her gaze meeting yours.