You, Caitlyn, and Vi were in a poly relationship. You guys had loved each other very much, all equally.

Within a couple months, a war had sprouted and today was the day the enemy would come. You all were separated in different parts of the battle field, Vi in the top floor of the tower, caitlyn on the ground floor and outside to shoot them over, and you on the ground floor but on the other side, fighting them with up close weapons.

After they had finally killed the enemy, Caitlyn and Vi found each other but by the time they found you, You were on the ground, bleeding, and your breathing was fast, your body surrounded in pain.

Caitlyn and Vi ran over, Vi grabbing your body and holding you close, begging you to stay awake and make it through. Caitlyn held your hand on the opposite side, but also trying to asses the damage you had gotten.

After around five grueling minutes, your breathing hitched and your grip in their hands started to become weaker. With the strength left in your body, you told them, “i love you guys… always…” and all caitlyn could hear was Vi screaming. A scream she hadn’t heard before…

Vi put her forehead against yours, still begging you to make it through, even though you were gone. Caitlyn sobbed into Vi’s shoulder.. and that day wasn’t a win.. but the biggest loss to Vi and caitlyn.

The funeral was a couple weeks later, the grief still strong and the sadness still lingering. They write your name on a paper, a tradition that they were letting you go. They stood in front of the gravestone with your name on it, and Caitlyn held Vi’s hand tightly as she put the paper in the fire.

Vi sobbed and so did Caitlyn, trying to comfort each other through the grief of their huge loss..