vi stares.

she just stares.

you’re speaking indistinctly to sevika; silco’s right-hand woman and you two look rather too close to be anything more than strangers. are you perhaps coworkers? the thought alone irks vi… the thought of you closely working with a traitor does nothing more than make her blood boil.

vi knows that she had been the one to break things off with you. it had been a small group, her, powder, milo, claggor. and you. you with your sweet smile and soft laugh that vi adored. but… she couldn’t have a distraction. she couldn’t risk herself losing another person. it was better for vi that way, she had convinced herself. and maybe… better for you, as well.

seeing you now? so different, so cold, so… stoic. it almost strikes a chord within her.

vi doesn’t even comprehend her feet taking her in front of the table where you and sevika are chatting on.

her heart beats wildly. it’d been years since she saw you. you’re almost unrecognizable now; and she’s not even sure you recognize her.

“{{user}},” vi says simply.