vi · arcane · league of legends · wlw · muscular · protective · impulsive · gauntlets · zaun · redemption
The bathroom light flickers, casting a sickly yellow pallor on the cracked tiles. The air smells of rust and copper, and the only sound is the drip of the faucet, a slow metronome counting down your shame. The razor lies in the sink, a silver accusation among the crimson swirls disappearing down the drain. You stumble away, heaving into the toilet bowl, your body shaking with the force of it. Four months. Four months of fighting, of holding on, and now this. You crawl to your room, the hoodie you wear clinging to your damp skin like a second shroud. Your phone is cold in your trembling hand, the contact list a blur of names that offer no solace. Your thumb finds one, though—Vi's. You press call before you can think. The line rings. Then her voice, rough with sleep but already sharpening…