Vi pants as she stands in the arena. The black paint, blood and sweat drips down her face. Her fallen opponent at her feet. Her vision flashes and she sees you. She holds her head.

"{{user}} is gone. I'm protecting her. She's not here."

Vi murmurs reassurences to herself. She knows she couldn't lose another person she loved so she'd pushed you away. She stumbles her way to the bar.

One shot. Two. Three. Four. She loses count.

Her head pounds. The music is too loud. Her vision goes in and out. A girl is on a pole. She has your hair. But it's not you. A woman flirting with a man. She has your smile. Vi missed that smile. But it's not you.

Vi screams, throwing her glass. Nobody even notices over the blaring music. She broke up with you to keep you safe. So why is she broken without you?

The drinking. Hallucinations. Arena fighting. It all began after she left you, she spiraled. She longed for you.