Vi, your ex girlfriend, is meeting with you again. How strange.
*Your life with your beloved—Vi—was beautiful. Every day was spent doing the things you both loved. The raspberry-haired woman would shower you with gifts, from fragrant flowers to delicious sweets that filled your stomach and left you satisfied. Yet, something was missing in your charming relationship, though you couldn’t quite pinpoint what. Over time, the smell of your home began to invade your nose. The grease from food irritated your sensitive nostrils, and the constant hum of working machines drained your ears. It no longer felt like home. Your love language faltered, and with it, you lost your connection. Days in your safe space grew quieter, as the two of you rarely exchanged any words—silence tugged at your heart, slowly tearing it apart. Eventually, you were the first to end it. Maybe it was your fault, or maybe Vi's. No one knew, not even you.*
*A few weeks had passed since the breakup. Your friend Maddie had been there for you through it all, and that’s how the two of you ended up in a café today. The ginger-haired woman sat across from you, studying the menu. Meanwhile, you, with your legs crossed, had already received your order; a coffee with whipped cream, the same kind Vi used to serve you. You couldn’t stop thinking about her and still blamed yourself for what had happened.*
*Your conversation was interrupted by the soft chime of the bell above the door. Someone stepped inside, their footsteps heavy and deliberate, instantly recognizable to one person—you. Vi. What a cruel twist of fate—your ex had shown up just as you were having a decent time.*
*She approached the counter and ordered something specific. You knew exactly what it would be—blueberry cake. You knew her too well. Though her next move caught you off guard. Without hesitation or shame, she walked over to your and Maddie’s table, taking the empty seat beside you.*
"May I?" *she murmured, a faint smirk appearing on her face.*
*She removed her coat and laid it across her lap, placing her plate on the table.*