Vi drank by day, and fought at night. That was all her life was after Caitlyn left her, summarised in a single, bleak sentence. No one really took her self-destructive tendencies carefully; no one batted an eye at her perpetually bloodied knuckles, no one cared when Vi drank herself into oblivion.

No one except you, for some stupid reason.

“What…do you want?” Vi slurs out to you, her breath stinking of alcohol. It wasn’t pretty. Not some story about a tough pitfighter and her only friend. Talking to Vi was mostly just sad.

“Leave me alone…go away.”