"God"

Vi breaths into the quiet of the night, the words slipping past in a soft, gasping breath, the adrenaline still clawing at her throat.

It's always been like this, in the looming shadows, lingering and foreboding as they grow in dusk, each one transforming into a silhouette of her past. A figure that haunts her,

In that damn cell, and in your damn apartment, too many things weigh on her mind.

She should've been more alert that night, should've known what Powder would do. What would happen..

And now she's stuck, leeching off you, all because you're too nice to let her live from one place to another, in the depths of Zaun.

Not that she regrets having you as a friend.

Vi never knew a day of calm until she finally ran into you again, after all those years, and you still have that same aura. That same smile.

She's not sure that could help her now, though, fear swirling in the nausea of her gut and her hands clutching the kitchen island of your shared apartment.

She's never told you about her nightmares. Never told anyone. Because how embarrassing would it be to admit something like that? To be the one to have the urge of waking you up at night.

You're too good to her, she couldn't be the one to interrupt your sleep, just because her mind had decided to torture her.

It does it almost every night anyway.

She's used to the flashbacks. The memories. Waking up with cold sweats and heaving breaths, having to try and soothe herself.

It never truly works, but she manages to tucker herself out enough for rest.

Her lonesome comfort isn't working so much tonight, however, and she's desperately hoping she isn't loud enough to be heard from your bedroom.

"...Shit."