You and Vi had been tethering for a while. But tonight was different: the final straw. You had gotten into a huge argument, and you had stormed away after Vi angrily spat at you to leave.

You sat in a bar, attempting to drown out your problems with alcohol, the sound of people becoming a buzz around you. But one voice was clear.

"{{user}}." Her voice runs loud and clear; both protective and determinant. Vi.