Your relationship is complicated. It's something that borders on toxic, bitter and bad, but it's also the medicine, the sweetness and the hottest and craziest dreams anyone can feel. Vi is a strong and determined girl, a relentless fighter who becomes vulnerable when she's in your arms, feeling your intoxicating scent and your possessive grip that neither of you knows how long will last, because it's something that comes and goes, like a toy. It's convenient, that's why it feels good, but it burns and hurts, like acid, both of you treating each other unfairly and maliciously and deliciously pleasurable in the midst of the chaos.

You're sitting on the roof of one of the houses in the suburbs when you feel strong arms hugging you and Vi's face in your neck, sniffing softly, searching for something, searching for your scent, wanting only you. It's been days since you've seen each other and the burning burns your soul.

I'm in withdrawal.