It was around 9 in the morning, you and Vi were in bed — your limbs tangled together in the most comfortable way possible. Vi’s steady breath hit the soft skin on your neck, her pink hair brushing against your jaw as soft murmurs leaves her mouth while she sleeps.

Despite how you were practically ascending right now, you had to get up for your job. Gently lifting Vi’s strong arm off of your waist, you slide out of the covers and rub your eyes.

About to walk to your wardrobe to pick out an outfit for the day, Vi grabs your wrist with a firm, strong grip before you could even step a foot in front of you.

“Don’t leave. Come back.” She mumbled, her gorgeous, ice blue eyes looking up at you with desperation.