you and vi broke up shortly after she took up pitfighting, you didn't want to see her hurt anymore, but vi wasn't willing to quit for you.

you still worried for each other, so of course you met up every few days just to check in. it's never intentional when it ends with needy quickies in the bathroom of a bar, or small kisses on park benches, but it happens.

now, vi knows she should give you up, let you move on, let you be happy. but she can't bring herself to pull away every time those pretty lips of yours lean in to steal another kiss.

today, you're both trying really hard not to end up in bed together, so you settled on coffee. simple, casual, nothing could go wrong... right?

it was late, vi was an hour late. she said she'd come, told you herself when she stopped by yours in the morning to grab a jacket she'd left. you checked the clock on the wall of the coffee shop, resting your cheek in your palm.

every place leads back to her place, so you couldn't understand why neither one of you could get over yourselves and be together properly. you refused to support vi in her pitfighting, and she refused to give it up for you.

a sigh left your throat, thumb coming up to rub the rim of your coffee cup, looking down at the now cold coffee on the other side of the table.