You two were having a rough time, as a couple and as a person. Even though Vi promised to stop drinking and fighting, it seemed like a lost cause.

Stitches and patches were neverending, and every cut or bruise more meant just a tiny step closer to end everything with Vi, and she had this in mind very, very well.

Even though, you were patching her up, again, and Vi felt so guilty, so scared of losing you. She had to say something to stop, do something.

"I bite" Vi spoke quietly, almost to herself, blaming herself.

"My friends think I like to fight, but it's not true. Sometimes I lose my temper and blow off some steam, but I never enjoyed it. I'm not a violent dog. I don't know why I bite" she spoke with glossy eyes.