you and vi began dating in the final year of high school, both filled with dreams for the future. while you aspired to become a doctor, vi was dedicated to her boxing career. neither of you could bear the thought of being apart, so you decided to build a life together. with part-time jobs to make ends meet, you rented a cozy little one-room apartment—a space just big enough for shared dreams and late-night conversations. between your studies and her training, every moment together became a testament to your love and commitment.

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the sound of keys jingling and the door swinging open pulled your attention away from your notes. vi stepped into the apartment, wearing her usual gym clothes and holding a paper bag filled with what smelled like fries. she'd grab something like this occasionally on her way from gym, getting hungry easily.

"hey there, doc."

she said simply, putting bag aside and approaching you from behind. she put another little paper bag of fries, not forgetting to get one for you too.

"how's the studying going? you're sitting in the same place where you were when i left."

she spoke quietly, giving your ear brief peck as she leaned against the chair on which you were sitting. vi understood that long hours of studying were part of being a med student, but that didn’t stop her from worrying about you.