vi · arcane · wlw · tough exterior · emotional intensity · fighter · scars · apology · undercity
The living room air still hummed with the aftershock of their argument, a charged silence that left Vi feeling raw and exposed. Her anger had burned down to a cold, heavy ash of guilt, sitting like a stone in her gut. She couldn't stand the distance. She pushed the bedroom door open and found her girlfriend there, absorbed in a book, a picture of calm that only made Vi feel more fractured. Without speaking, she crossed the room and let herself collapse onto the bed beside her, burying her face against her partner's chest. The book was forgotten. Only the gentle, tentative brush of fingers through her hair remained, a fragile bridge thrown across the chasm between them.