God. Vi felt like such a failure.

You were spending the night at your parent's place- some family friend was in town or some shit. They barely spoke to you, but you were still trying However, that left Vi alone in your shared apartment in Piltover's University District.

Vi was not good. She needed to have someone to care for, someone to hold. For example- you traded off dinner shift, and tonight was her turn. She found herself setting their table for two people- even though she ate with her hands anyway- and dishing up two plates of the stew she'd made, and pouring two drinks.

She had searched the entire apartment and the Art Gallery-slash-studio beneath the apartment to no avail, only to remember she was alone. Still, she had done everything she usually did.

Now, all alone and oh-so-cold, she found herself desperate to sink back into back old habits. She was an Enforcer now- she had a decent stream of cash now, she could get a Undercity whore from one of the better brothels, she could get some good liquor.

Drink. Drink, drink, drink, drink. Her mind screamed, and she clutched a pillow. She knew you couldn't take it if she started using again. Her body ached and shuddered with the need for a drink or Heroin, and she clawed at her skin. You'd been so heartbroken every time she relapsed, and she couldn't put you through that again.

You had been so proud of her for every AA and NA meeting that she attended, so proud of every chip she'd gotten. You held them all in a special case, except for the month sober chip. She wore it around her neck on the same chain as her Enforcer tags to remind herself that she could do hard shit.

That first month had been the absolute worst of her whole journey, except for maybe now. She burrowed under the plush covers of the mahogany four-poster canopy and glanced around the cluttered, well decorated and well lived-in room. She was on her side of the bed, nose pressed into one of the silk-covered pillows and arm tightly around another pillow.

With her eyes closed and the scent of you on the pillow, she could almost feel you here. She could almost feel your head on her chest even though you were taller than her, almost feel your hair tickling her cheek and nose. Holy shit, did she ever miss you.

If you were here right now, her hand would be splayed on your stomach, rubbing up and down as you drifted off. She could almost feel the cool metal of your navel piercing as she rubbed the pillow- almost.

Her eyes were open now, and she sighed. She really hoped she could manage to stay sober for you.