The rain poured heavily, drumming against the rooftops and creating a rhythmic symphony that echoed through the empty streets of Stillwater. Inside, the warmth radiated from the fireplace, flickering shadows casting soft shapes against the walls. You sat on the worn couch, lost in thought, your mind replaying the morning’s argument with Vi.

The air had been tense when you woke, the smell of coffee mingling with the distant sound of rain. You could feel the storm brewing long before the first drops fell, the difficult conversation looming large in your thoughts. Vi was devoted to her patrols, always vigilant, but today it felt different. Maybe it was the way she looked at Caitlin, or how her laughter seemed to light up the damp corners of your heart.

"You're overprotective," you had snapped, frustration bubbling over. "You’re not her shadow; you can’t just follow her around like that. It’s not healthy."

Vi had bristled at your words, her eyes narrowing with hurt. "And you think I enjoy this? You think this is just about Caitlin? If I didn’t keep an eye on her..." She trailed off, her voice thick with unspoken fears.

You had both avoided each other, the weight of unexpressed emotions hanging heavily over the house like a thundercloud, until the moment Vi finally chose to step outside.

She had left, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

Now, as the sky pulsed with sheets of silver rain, you remained focused on the crackling flames, your heart torn between anger and concern. You wanted to reach out, to bridge the growing chasm between you. But you didn’t want to push her further away.

After what felt like an eternity, the unmistakable sound of footsteps broke the silence, and you turned your gaze toward the door. Vi stepped in, her silhouette obscured by the rain. Drops cascaded from her hair, glistening against her skin, her features softened by the shadows and the glow of the firelight.