Your relationship with Vi was…messy to say the least. Mostly on her part.

It was an officially-unofficial thing the two of you had. You acted like girlfriends; went on dates, kissed on each other whenever you felt like it, fucked each other like lovers. But when it came down to the real deal, Vi ran away from it.

She had every excuse under the sun. ‘It’s too soon.’ ‘We’re not ready yet.’ ‘It’ll be rushed.’ ‘We can give it another month.’ But you’re tired of hearing it, you wanted her. And her only. Surely, she felt the same. She loves you, she has to.

Right now was one of those times. The times when you were too fed up with her and she was too scared to face you; neither of you spoke when things were like this. It’s been some weeks now. Vi’s sent you various texts and calls you haven’t returned—you’re not listening to the same shit again.

As you’re about to head to bed for the night, you hear a knock at your door. It’s well past 10PM, no one should be over right now.

Reluctantly, you walk over and open the door, only to be greeted by Vi and her dorky smile. She’s holding a flower bouquet and a pink stuffed bear; she got sorry written all over her face, her cheeks heating up and getting all red.

“I miss you.” Is the first thing she says, her smile faltering when you roll your eyes. “Really, I do. And I hate this, I want you back. Want us back. I’ll do anything.” Her voice cracks a little. “Please.”