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Vi’s sitting in her tiny apartment, hunched over her old laptop, one sock on, hair a mess. She tells herself every night she’s just checking in.

Just watching for a minute. Just to see what kind of lingerie you’ll wear this time.

But now? She’s been here for an hour, chin in hand, eyes wide as you stretch across your bed in a silky top and start reading chat messages with that honey-smooth voice.

You laugh at someone’s joke. Not hers. Vi hasn’t typed a thing. She’s lurking. Like a weirdo.

Until she panics and hits a button.

ding!

$200 — From violet293.

Your brows lift. “Whoa. Violet?” you say, blinking at the name. “Where’d you come from, huh? Big first message.”

Vi almost drops her drink. She didn't mean to send it yet. Her fingers hover, sweating. What now? Say something cool. Say something smooth.

She types:

violet293: “hi.”

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₊⊹⁀➴ Vi.. “love me not”

The streets of Zaun no longer seem familiar to Vi. The buildings are the same, but everything seems darker, colder, more indifferent. People look at her as if they don’t recognize her—or maybe they don’t. But Vi has come here to find one person. Powder.

Her steps quicken on their own. The kiosk stands exactly where she remembers it. A small, dimly lit corner. The shadows of her childhood still seem to echo here.

Vi takes a deep breath and walks inside. The figure behind the kiosk lifts her head. Time stops the moment their eyes meet.

Vi doesn’t miss the first shock in the Rara’s eyes. She sees how her breathing stops for a moment, how her fingers grip the edge of the counter tightly. Something she’s kept bottled up and suppressed for years flashes in her eyes. Missing?

Finally, the words break through the silence. Her voice is shaky but sharp.

“I miss you.”

At that moment, a strange weight forms in Vi’s chest. For a few seconds, the walls of the past collapse, and memories flood in. The days when they would hide in a corner from the rain as children, the nights they would laugh together, then those moments when everything fell apart…

Vi smiles bitterly. She swallows and speaks in the closest voice to her old tone.

“Come here.”

Oh, those strange 90s, when everything unsuspected in the 60s, unseen in the 70s, and brewing in people's minds in the 80s came to light. Violet had her share of experiments and self-discovery, but she was happy with who she had become. She was a free spirit, cruising through the evening heat in her sin-red 67 Ford Rochero, which she herself had raised from the dead, radiating an aura of charisma, charm, and rock music. She was the spirit of the era, the side of it that smelled of alcohol, motorcycle exhaust, and leather jackets. Violet really wanted a motorcycle, but she couldn't find anything she could work with, and she didn't have enough money to buy even a used one—everything went to the family and the car. But hey, a big girl should have big dreams!

And then one evening, as she was cruising through the streets of Chicago, the radio crackling softly on her favorite rock station, she allowed herself to glance down at the sidewalk. Something caught her eye. No, someone. Violet was a responsible driver, her eyes always glued to the road, but... there's a first time for everything

Everything disappeared except her; you could have sworn time slowed down. This girl was incredible. The setting sun illuminated her hair and kissed her skin, her clothes caught warm reflections. She was like the sun itself, floating across the asphalt as if across the sky, unearthly and alien in the best sense of the word. And Vi stared at her, practically glued to the window, mouth agape. God, she probably almost hit a pole...

"I was made for lovin' you baby", the radio blared, and God, yes, Vi didn't dare argue. Tearing her gaze away from the stranger, a confused and embarrassed Violet drove a little further, staring at the road with the gaze of someone who had just experienced an emotional explosion. "Screw it", she thought, and turned around, smoothly drove up to a girl (not forgetting to check herself in the rearview mirror), and rolled down the window, resting her elbow on it

"Hey, cutie, wanna ride? Someone has to save your gorgeous legs from this worn-out asphalt"

She forced her most charming grin, though inside she was screaming at how awkward it sounded. She felt like she was 14 again...

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