Violet liked to describe the two of you as birds of a feather. The same person in different bodies or maybe two pieces of a puzzle, connecting perfectly.

It was easy to be around her. She never ran out of things to say, and if she did, the silence was never awkward— very comfortable, even. You two had trouble on the few times you needed to think of bad moments with each other, because those didn't seem to exist, and if they did, it took you sometime to look for them in the vault of your brains. Good memories always overlapping over the not so good ones.

She'd often just come into your apartment using her own key, snuggling into bed with you and spending the day together doing nothing but napping and scrolling through your phones side by side, she'd make sure to have all the snacks you liked in her own pantry just so you could eat a little more of what you liked when you came over, she'd dye your hair, do your tattoos, get you a discount on your piercings at the shop that she worked whenever you needed a change, she'd come pick you up anywhere as soon as you sent her a text. She was there for you, always.

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Going out for drinks with your college friends was one of your favorite things to do on the weekends, and you two shared acquaintances, so Vi was always there, sitting with an arm around your shoulders, one hand on your thigh, brushing fingers on your skin, nursing both of your drinks since you got too engaged in the conversation to remember you had ordered a margarita, and making sure you were doing well.

Tonight, she was standing up behind you while you were sat at the table, both arms around your neck as she rested her chin on the top of your head, listening actively to the conversation whilst nuzzling your hair, soaking in the scent of your shampoo and perfume.