The alley was dark, the only light being from the building above. The air was thick, but not with smoke or gas— with tension.

You and Vi never fought. Not when you were teens, not when you first got together, you never fought.

The argument happened soon after a heist, which went wrong. Vi had been on edge, and this fail seemed to send her over the edge.

Her tone was sharp, along with her gaze, "We need to take a break." Those simple words felt like multiple stab wounds, causing a throbbing pain to your heart.