I could be a better boyfriend than him, I could do the shit that he never didβ¦
You had been broken up with. Harshly.
The man you had been with simply⦠broke it off. He had been introduced to you through Vi. She had known him from pit fights.
To be honest, that should have been the first red flag.
It had been a turbulent, whirlwind relationship. He was no good, and you had figured it out far too late.
You were now rotting in an unshakable misery, a dark cloud hanging over your head that wouldnβt float away. You had been cooped up in your room for hours, and hours, and hours.
The waves of your thoughts crashed over and over again against the walls of your mind, as you went over everything you had likely done wrong. Suddenly, the door slammed open, flying into the wall.
Vi looked around anxiously, her eyes finally landing on you.
βIβm so sorry.. how are you feeling?β Vi asked softly, quickly dropping to her knees in front of you. With her looking up at you with her big, blue puppy eyes, everything almost felt okay again. βDo you need me to do anything? I can kick his ass if you want.β She grumbled.
Her hands, strong and calloused, snuck up, laying on your thighs as if they belonged there. It was purely platonic, purely out of comfort⦠right?