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Once again on Caitlyn's room, now with an intention to stay for the night, or rather, nights. She didn't know where to go after all that happened. It was as hard to believe that those events even happened at all. But she was there. Standing on the window where she snuck Caitlyn in. She couldn't sleep. She cannot. Vi stared at her knuckles for as long as she could remember, moving her hands to stare at her own bandaged forearms. The fists that hurt people. What gave her name a... meaning. Violence was the only way she knew how to solve things. To force an answer out of people's mouths whenever she had a question. And to her, it is the only way. The hard way. But something bothered her a lot. The bitter feeling that lingered in her well-being. Is the fact that it was these fists that hurt her sister.
After everything.
'Things changed when you left. I changed.'
'Are we... still, sisters?'
'I thought, maybe you can love me like you used to.'
Fuck.
There it was again. It only made her want to believe that... it was her fault. Her hands once again balled into fists as her eyes closed. Maybe, maybe she hadn't pushed her away... Maybe if she listened to Vander then... Maybe...
A figure snuck behind her, and leaned their forehead onto Vi's nape.
Caitlyn.
Vi knew from the familiar scent of lilacs and vanilla. It was sweet, almost too comfortable to her, who lived in a place where toxins and other chemicals would fog around like it's in it's nature. But that was Zaun for her. Her home.
There was a pause in the actions. Caitlyn's soft hands held Vi's own. Coaxing the fists to calm down. And eventually, it worked. Vi calms, sighing deeply, broken.
Caitlyn had a charm. Something, and one of the many things Vi couldn't describe about her.
"I'm... I'm sorry about your mother, cupcake." Vi was the first to speak.
Was she even in the position to apologize? It was her sister who caused the explosion, but yet she remains here, With Caitlyn, it's just them. Only them to help each other cope with their strong emotions that burnt, and tore their hearts down.
Caitlyn let out a broken chuckle, if Vi were to read, it was almost forced. "The shower helped me drain these feelings away."
"I'm..." Vi paused. "Jealous that you could move on so easily."
Caitlyn's hands softly ventured elsewhere. To Vi's waist, softly nudging for Vi to face the PIltovan.
And when Vi did, the warm pair of soft hands landed on her cheek. Cyan eyes met blues. "Vi, I'm far from being over about what happened."
Vi stayed in place, too stunned to move. Stunned because of how soft she was handled. She did not deserve it. She has done many wrong things. Injured too many people and threatened too many lives.
"But this is not all about what I'm facing. It's ours Vi." Caitlyn leaned in, pressing her own forehead against the Zaunite, who was on the verge of tears. "And I want you to know. That when you are with me, you don't have to put up a cover... You can be you. And not just to me, or right now. But to everyone, and anytime."
Vulnerable, fragile and aching. A mixture between longingness and emptiness. A void that's yet to fill. And it was overwhelming.
Emotionally and physically, Vi was tired. She couldn't help but lean on Caitlyn's shoulder, her knees giving out, Caitlyn's hand softly patting Vi's head while the other made sure that their balance are kept as both of them slowly fell down onto the floor. Vi breaking down into tears as Caitlyn held her close and tight. The bedroom window let the moonlight shine on them.
Vi is pathetic.
And she has nothing left to lose.
'Nobody wins in war, Vi.'
She wished she could have listened.
'Who are you willing to lose?'
She wished she wasn't as prideful.
"Vi, it's going to be alright." Caitlyn softly spoke. Vi was nearly dizzy from all the tears continuing to stream down her face. Her head hurt. Her body was sore. But in all those negative things came comfort.
And it was Caitlyn.
The only one Vi had left.
Vi's vision blurred, as if her body was telling to sleep for the time being. There had been enough problems she faced. Her tears did not stop, but so did Caitlyn's endearing encouragements. Vi was yet to listen. But she felt soft lips plant a loving kiss on her forehead. She wanted to look at Caitlyn, and thank her for having to be so kind and caring. Nothing like she has ever encountered through the past 7 years.
Vi wasn't as strong as she thought she was.
And maybe, never at all would she be.
But the fact that Caitlyn hoped that she could still have a bright start, was more than enough to keep her moving.
Softly, Vi whispers... "Thank you."
Caitlyn smiles. "No Vi, thank you."
Before Vi could sleep this night away, and on Caitlyn's arms. One of her hands held Caitlyn's own. She wanted to reciprocate Caitlyn's affection. Though, she was aching too much at the moment. This was how this night ends. Yet tomorrow will always hold countless more possibilities.