Caitlyn stood in the tunnel with Vi, gun in hand. It was dark, shadowy, but she could still make out the other girl perfectly. Vibrant red hair, glistening nose ring, small but thick slice on her upper lip, long since healed. And the tears in her eyes.

“Everyone in my life changes. Promise you won’t change” a tear slides down her cheek.

Caitlyn steps forward, swiping the tear away, and kissing her “I won’t. It’s all going to be the same, Violet. Don’t you dare doubt me”

It was a slight command, her face somewhat hard, but deeply caring.