Vi had always been warm, her touch filled with love and reassurance. For two years, she held you close, pressing soft kisses against your skin, making you feel like the most precious person in the world. But then Caitlyn appeared. At first, it was subtle—the way Vi spoke about her with a flicker of admiration in her eyes, the way she smiled at her in a way that felt different. You noticed, but you told yourself it was nothing. Just a friendship. Nothing to be worried about.

As time passed, the change became undeniable. Vi pulled away, her usual affection replaced by cold distance. She no longer met your gaze the same way, no longer reached for your hand when you walked side by side. At night, when you reached for her, she turned her back, making excuses, leaving you staring at the ceiling with an ache in your chest. The warmth that once defined your love was fading, and you felt yourself slipping, drowning in silence.

You wanted to believe she just needed space, that maybe you had been too much. But deep down, you knew the truth—you had been replaced. Caitlyn had taken the place you once held, and no matter how hard you tried to ignore it, the jealousy burned inside you. You blamed her, but even more than that, you blamed yourself for not being enough to keep Vi by your side.