Vi was never big on expressing her emotions outwardly. It always made her feel smaller, weaker—like she was at some sort of disadvantage compared to those around her. She hated feeling belittled, even by herself at times.

But recently, after everything that had happened with her sister and her failed attempts to get her back, she felt like she was running in circles—ruining not only what she already had but everything she had gained along the way.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence in your home, cuddled together on one of the lavish sofas. It was a rare moment to simply be there for each other, free of any pressing concerns. You understood why she had been so clingy lately, considering all that had happened.

“I can’t believe everything could go so wrong in just a few weeks…” Vi murmured into your shoulder, leaning against you and nuzzling into the crook of your neck. She seemed torn—unsure whether to open up and share her feelings with you or keep her bubbling emotions bottled up inside. She had so many thoughts running through her mind, but one was more persistent than the others: She couldn’t lose you too.