as soon as zar read about what vi had done, he had to know if it was true. obviously, she ignored all of his calls and texts (she probably had his number blocked; he couldnât blame her). it was just... vi could be awful, and vindictive and manipulative. would she have sobbed in a courtroom and pinned the entire gambling ring on wren? absolutely, she would definitely do that. but putting a hit out on someone was absolutely worse. it was the difference between taking someoneâs freedom and taking someoneâs life. the next morning, though, he realized it wasnât that he didnât believe it, itâs that he didnât want to believe it.Â
no matter how much vi had hurt him, he still remembered the woman heâd met. vi was charming, enigmatic, with a melodic laugh and beautiful eyes, used to melt under his affection. sometimes he couldnât believe he had her, though, to be fair, he never really did. the number of times theyâd go out and zar would find vi wrapped around someone else was too many to count. and heâd tried to be understanding, because sheâd just broken up with daisey, sheâd just got cheated on. but no matter how much he assured vi that zar wouldnât leave her, she didnât have to try and win back his affection like this or- or look for other options just in case, whatever she was doing, she never stopped. she was the one stray he could never catch, and she made sure he knew it.Â
zar, as always, had managed to convince that he was the sole problem at first, that he was the one whoâd tried to cage her in, that this was what love did to him, turned him into a paranoid fucking monster. as time passed, as he healed, and gained the benefit of hindsight, zar started to realize how fucked sheâd been, too. and sure, if vi was to be believed, wren was a fucked up dude. he took her virginity when she was still in high school; he was the skeaziest of the skeaze. maybe she was traumatized from that time, maybe the very thought of wren getting out of prison had her frozen with fear, needing to do anything, anything, to make sure he stayed away-.Â
he shook his head; no, zar was just making excuses for her again. he couldnât do that now. he pushed open the front door of the psych building; he didnât know viâs schedule anymore, but he remembered most of her classes had been here, so this was the best place to find her on a monday like today. and he did, within seconds, at the little cafe in the building. he stocked up to her, without an awareness of the scowl on his face, the angry look in his eyes. as soon as he got close enough, he asked, forcing his voice level, âis it true? what the blog said about you, is it true?âÂ
@mvgicians
