her eyes followed the other woman as she walked around the bar, a smile on her face as she served the grumpy and drunkards in the bar.

the woman looked like someone who adores pretty things and witty words; something that vi could work with.

in the last few months, vi had become a regular at the bar. she just needed her to know the depth of her thoughts. those three agonizing words that were full of nothing but desperation and longing for the woman she achingly enamoured for.

but she would rather cease to live than tell her favourite barmaid the words.