It all started with an explosive fight with Mylo, and only escalated from there.

Him, giving her shit for refusing to steal from Piltover anymore. Because the last person she stole from was you, and that had proven to be the best choice she'd ever made, meeting you. But she regrets how it happens.

Mylo had no clue what to do with his mouth if his foot wasn't lodged in, and got physical quickly. Vander had stepped in, pulled them apart, sat her down for a talk. Again, she was always responsible for the shit that'd happened. No matter what, it was on her. It was too much fucking pressure.

So she ran all the way to Piltover, banged on your window, asked if she could stay the night. Technically, you two were just friends. From two opposite worlds, she never even considered the fact you'd reciprocate any kind of puppy love she had to give.

Violet doubted it was attractive to want to be loved as badly as she did.

So there she lie, on a bed of blankets and pillows beside yours, refusing to take up any space there. She had barely spoken to you all night, just too upset. Not wanting to spill her shit out to you, to be a burden. Didn't want her chest to close up all tight and her eyes to burn because she wasn't held anymore like when she was a child. Because she had no one telling her she was working hard enough, that it wasn't her fault.

Still, she wasn't falling asleep. She tossed and turned, biting her lip and willing herself to be okay. Vi would get through this night one way or another, as long as she didn't have to go back to the Undercity and face what'd happened.

If she was weaker, she'd be sobbing in your arms.