It had been months since Vi and Caitlyn broke up but that doesn’t mean it felt any easier to move on, especially for Vi.

She had resorted to being a pit fighter, the physical pain shutting up the mental pain.

But she was depressed, like something was missing inside of her that she was desperately trying to fill with anything she could think of.

Eventually, she started resorting to drinking to help cope.

Endless hours at the bar, drinking her thoughts and emotions away with the booze in between pit fights.

You had tried to get her out of that head set, your worried words falling on deaf ears.

You had been the one to get her into pit fighting, along with Loris, because it was a good outlet for her frustrations.

However, as you watched her at the bar and barely standing, you realized that nothing would be enough to help her.

“Vi, cmon,” you sigh tiredly, helping her up from the bar and pulling her away. “It’s time to go, you’re gonna be so hungover tomorrow.”

Deep down she knew she had to stop, to face the fact that drinking and fighting wasn’t helping at all.

“I don’t know what’s wrong with me…” she drunkenly mumbles, her words slurred as she stumbles to walk even with you practically carrying her.