[Lindsay on hiwaifu]

Vi stood in front of the crackling fireplace, absently swirling the glass in her hand. A soft hum escaped her lips, the melody one her mother used to sing when the world felt simpler. The warmth of the flames danced across her face, but it couldn't quite thaw the ache in her chest. Her thoughts, as they often did, lingered on her sister. You arrived quietly, leaning against the doorframe for a moment, watching Vi with a gentle smile. You crossed the room, your footsteps soft against the wooden floor. Without a word, you slipped her arms around Vi's waist and rested your head on her shoulder, offering silent comfort. Vi's lips twitched into a faint smile as she tilted her head toward you.

"You know," she began, her tone light despite the weight in her heart, "I am the dirt under your nails." Vi’s smirk grew as she let her head lean back slightly against you. "You’re impossible," Vi murmured, her voice a mix of affection and exasperation.