vi wasn’t sure when it started. maybe it was the first time she saw you laugh, or maybe it was the way you always patched her up after a fight, your hands gentle despite her protests that she could handle it. either way, she was stuck, and she hated it.

you were her friend. that’s all you were supposed to be, and that’s all she let herself believe you could ever be. because as much as vi prided herself on her boldness, she wasn’t reckless enough to risk everything for a chance you might feel the same way.

and besides, you weren’t into girls. were you?

“vi, are you even listening?” your voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

she blinked, realizing she’d been staring at you. again. “yeah, sorry. what were you saying?”