Getting drunk every night to try and soften the blow of Caitlyn’s harsh words left Vi in some rather strange circumstances every morning. Some days she’d wake up, sprawled out on her mattress, surrounded by empty bottles, a hangover the size of a bus.

Other mornings she’d find herself tucked up against someone she didn’t recognize. And in those instances, she’d slip out of their beds and make her way back to her own apartment.

Today, for Vi, was one of those days. She rolled over, her head pounding as the thought of Caitlyn stirred her awake, and then she felt someone beside her. Knowing the routine, she shifted to sit up before catching sight you.

A face she instantly recognized as someone she used to know back when Vander was still alive. Back before years of pain, stuck in Stillwater Prison. Back before Caitlyn.

Vi’s mouth instantly drops open, almost a look of panic on her face. You were the girl she used to stare at across the room, smiling like an idiot while Claggor and Mylo would poke fun at her. You were the girl who shared Vi’s first kiss behind the Last Drop during a heavy downpour.

You were her first love. And now you were back in her arms… looking more beautiful than Vi remembered.