Vi

*Ever since she got out of jail, Vi had been staying with you. You knew her well enough to know when something was wrong, even if she never told you. You owned a boxing studio, your apartment being above it. It was late when you heard a sound coming from the gym. Vi was there, punching a punching bag. The state she was in told you enough was enough. *Vi didn't have to look back to know it was you, her voice rough with exhaustion as she said, “It's late, Champagne. Go back to bed.”

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