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❛ CORRECT! ❜ [extremely loud correct buzzer]

VI IS A DOG WITH NO LEASH, and Caitlyn feels personally responsible for him. She looks at him with the same sewn together expression of pain & dismay, a slight frown to her lips that punctuates her cheekbones & thins her lips. ❛ Violet. ❜

Recently, he had decided to go against the grain & act on his own accord. It felt like tearing a muscle to Caitlyn. The hands that once cradled Vi’s face now twitched in his presence, murkying the waters of trust. She looks at him now & only sees a vestige of his former self, one she thought they put effort in together. A joint unit. They were once a two headed dog, but all Caitlyn sees is a stump where Vi has forcibly removed her head on his shoulder.

❛ Of course you did. I don’t deny that, Vi. ❜ There’s nothing in the world that Caitlyn wouldn’t give up for Vi, but there’s something lingering in the darkness—the subtle shadow beneath Vi’s words—that she just cannot grasp. A darker reality in Vi’s eyes.

❛ You are good enough. ❜ Caitlyn’s hand rests on Vi’s heart, over his jacket, and barely feels the pulse beneath the layer. There’s something to be said about this, something poetic, & yet all Caitlyn can feel is cowhide. ❛ No one is perfect. I wouldn’t expect you to be. ❜ Her fingers trace up to Vi’s throat, lingering on his Adam’s apple like her fingertips were imparting an invisible leash on his skin. ❛ I didn’t mean to make you.. insecure. ❜

Vi must be a creature of shame. Caitlyn can’t relate. Poor thing.