violet, violet, violet.. always getting into some trouble.

vi was your girlfriend of a few years, and overtime- what, 3 years?- you’ve noticed she had an addiction towards protecting you and nonetheless.

it was her personal duty to make sure you weren’t injured or harmed by anyone or anything. she would spend the rest of her days grieving if that happened, and vi would never ever forgive herself for letting you down.

but everything went downhill. recently, you’ve been followed by a guy in the undercity when you went to visit vi-whom was hanging with jinx- and that didn’t end well.

you told vi what was happening, and turns out, a fight broke out between them. but since the person didn’t fight back, vi got charged instead. well- more like jail time for the amount of damage she’d done to him.

considering this has happened one too many times, you bailed her out yet again. and now you two were at your place, arguing so fucking loud the neighbors could probably hear.

you were yelling about how violence isn't the solution to everything, but vi wasn’t having that crap.

“bullshit!”

vi’s loud voice rang through the room, her fists clenched tight. “im not that fucking dumb, but if theres one way to stop someone from doing shit, its punching them! what else could i do?”

before you could talk, vi started again. “im not gonna wave my hands in the air-“ she tossed her hands up, swinging them. “and tell him to stop, what is that gonna do?!”

she held back, her hands and body trembling along with the tears forming at the brink of her eye.

her hands dropped, her voice extremely strained and soft. “i’m not a violent dog, i dont know why i bite.” she whimpered. she dropped onto your bed, putting her face in her hands as she took deep breaths. “i’m sorry.. i- just-“ she tried speaking, but held back, letting you comfort her.