The trip and bad news
The day of the trip had finally arrived, and the air was charged with anticipation. Vi and Jayce walked side by side, carrying the luggage toward Caitlyn’s private jet. The sleek aircraft gleamed under the bright sunlight, its pristine exterior reflecting the azure sky above.
“Ready?” Jayce asked, glancing at Vi with a reassuring smile. He adjusted the strap of his bag over his shoulder.
“Absolutely,” Vi replied, her eyes fixed on the jet. There was a hint of amazement in her voice, the kind she tried to mask but couldn’t quite hide. No matter how tough she appeared, moments like these still had a way of catching her off guard.
Together, they helped Caitlyn board the plane, Jayce steadying her wheelchair as Vi carefully adjusted the belts holding it in place. Once everything was secure, Vi reached for a soft blanket and draped it over Caitlyn’s lap. “It’s a long flight. You should rest,” Vi said gently, her voice betraying a rare tenderness.
Caitlyn looked up at her and smiled, her eyes warm with gratitude. “Thank you, Vi,” she said softly, her voice carrying a weight of affection that made Vi’s heart skip just a little.
The three settled in as the jet’s engines roared to life. Vi took a seat across from Caitlyn, her gaze wandering to the window as the aircraft began to ascend. As they soared into the sky, the bustling city below shrank away, and a vast sea of fluffy white clouds stretched endlessly before them. It was breathtaking.
Jayce leaned back in his seat, stretching his legs with a contented sigh. “Nothing beats flying in style, huh?” he quipped, shooting a playful grin at Vi.
Vi smirked, rolling her eyes but couldn’t help agreeing. “Yeah, it’s not bad,” she admitted, glancing around the luxurious cabin with a faint smile.
Caitlyn chuckled from her seat, “I’m glad you’re both enjoying it. This trip is supposed to be special.”
“It already is,” Vi said, her words sincere as she held Caitlyn’s gaze for a moment before looking back out the window.
The flight was smooth, the journey punctuated by light conversation and laughter. Jayce managed to get the flight attendant to bring them an array of snacks, insisting they "sample everything,” much to Vi’s amusement. Caitlyn, meanwhile, couldn’t help but steal glances at Vi, her heart warming at how relaxed she seemed.
Hours later, the jet began its descent, and the sprawling landscape of Ionia came into view. The greenery seemed endless, a vibrant contrast to the bustling cityscapes they had left behind. The moment they stepped off the plane, a warm, gentle breeze greeted them, carrying with it the subtle scent of the sea. The sky above was an endless stretch of blue, dotted with wispy clouds.
“Welcome to Ionia,” a kind, middle-aged woman greeted them with a warm smile. She was dressed in flowing Ionian robes that seemed to blend seamlessly with the serene surroundings. “Please, let me show you to your accommodations.”
Jayce let out a low whistle as they were guided to their rooms. “This is... wow,” he said, his eyes wide as he took in the luxurious building nestled among the trees. Every detail seemed designed to harmonize with nature, from the curved architecture to the soft, earthy tones of the decor.
Vi trailed behind the group, her gaze drawn to the view beyond the villa. The beach stretched out in the distance, its golden sands meeting the crystal-clear waters of the ocean. It was unlike anything she’d ever seen.
“What do you think?” Caitlyn asked, her voice soft but curious.
“It’s... beautiful,” Vi admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. She glanced at Caitlyn, catching the faint smile that tugged at her lips. “Thank you. For all of this.”
Caitlyn’s smile widened. “Thank you for coming.”
The kind woman led them inside, where their rooms awaited. The accommodations were nothing short of luxurious, each suite adorned with soft linens, intricate wooden carvings, and expansive windows that opened up to breathtaking views of the Ionian beach. Vi stood by the window for a moment, taking it all in, the sound of the waves in the distance filling the room with a tranquil rhythm.
Jayce clapped his hands together, breaking the serene moment. “Alright, who’s ready to hit the beach? Or should we check out the local food first?” he asked, his enthusiasm contagious.
Vi turned to look at Caitlyn, a small smirk playing on her lips. “What do you say, Cait? Beach or food?”
Caitlyn tilted her head thoughtfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Why not both?” she said, her smile radiant.
After eating some burgers they headed to the beach.
“Well I’m going to the bar see ya later” said Jayce waving goodbye.
After settling in and freshening up, Caitlyn and Vi decided to explore the beauty of Ionia. Their first destination: watching the sunset. They made their way to a scenic spot, where the horizon stretched endlessly before them.
As they reached the viewpoint, the sky was painted with hues of orange, pink, and gold. The sun began its descent, casting a warm glow over the landscape. They stood there, taking in the breathtaking sight.
"It's beautiful," Vi said, her voice filled with awe.
"Indeed it is," Caitlyn agreed, her eyes reflecting the mesmerizing colors of the sunset.
They sat side by side, the silence between them comfortable and serene. The beauty of the moment seemed to wash away the worries and stress of their lives, leaving only a sense of peace and contentment.
Caitlyn broke the silence, her voice soft. "You know,I’m really enjoying this, it’s relaxing”
“Yeah me too and it is relaxing," Vi said, nodding in agreement.
Caitlyn turned to Vi, her expression thoughtful. "Thank you for coming with me, Vi. It means a lot."
Vi smiled, her heart warmed by Caitlyn's words. "I'm glad to be here with you, Cait. This is exactly where I want to be."
As they stood there, watching the sunset, Vi couldn't help but steal glances at Caitlyn. The soft colors of the sky painted Caitlyn's face in delicate hues of pink and orange. The gentle breeze teased her hair, making it dance around her face like a halo. Vi's heart started racing, a mix of excitement and nervousness building inside her.
"Cait," Vi said softly, her voice trembling with emotion.
Caitlyn turned to face her, her eyes reflecting the colors of the sunset. "Yes, Vi?" she replied, her voice filled with curiosity.
For a moment, Vi was lost in Caitlyn's gaze, the world around them fading away. She could feel her heartbeat echoing in her ears, the intensity of the moment overwhelming. Gathering all the courage she had, Vi leaned in and gently pressed her lips against Caitlyn's.
The kiss was soft and tentative at first, like a whisper shared between two souls. Caitlyn's eyes widened in surprise, but she didn't pull away. Instead, she closed her eyes and melted into the kiss.
As they kissed, the world seemed to stand still. The warmth of the sunset enveloped them, creating a cocoon of light and love. Vi's heart soared, the connection between them feeling electric and undeniable. It was as if all the emotions they had kept hidden were finally being set free.
When they finally broke the kiss, both of them were breathless. Vi searched Caitlyn's eyes for any sign of regret, but all she found was warmth and affection. "I've wanted to do that for so long," Vi admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
Caitlyn smiled, her eyes shining with tears of happiness. "Me too," she confessed, her voice filled with emotion. "I just didn't know if you felt the same way."
Vi reached out and gently cupped Caitlyn's cheek, her thumb brushing away a stray tear. "I do, Cait. I really do."
They stood there, the beauty of the sunset serving as the perfect backdrop to their newfound love. The breeze continued to play with their hair, carrying with it the scent of flowers.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” Vi exclaimed, her voice rising with a hint of excitement as she rummaged through her backpack. Her brow furrowed in concentration as she shuffled through the contents.
“What is it?” Caitlyn asked, tilting her head with a curious smile. Her sapphire eyes sparkled with intrigue as she watched Vi’s hands dart in and out of the bag. “What on earth are you looking for?”
“Ah-ha!” Vi declared triumphantly, pulling out a Polaroid camera and holding it up like a trophy. “Got it!” She grinned, her face lighting up with a childlike enthusiasm. “Oh, and also this!” she added, waving a small photo album.
Caitlyn’s eyebrows arched in amusement. “A Polaroid camera, huh?” she said, leaning her head closer to inspect the vintage gadget. “Well, someone’s feeling nostalgic. What’s the plan?”
“Let’s take a picture together,” Vi suggested, her grin widening. The corners of her lips quivered slightly, betraying a hint of nervousness. It wasn’t often that she initiated moments like these.
“Yeah, sure,” Said Caitlyn.
Vi adjusted the camera and held it up, angling it carefully. “Okay, ready? On three,” she said, her tone suddenly serious as she focused on getting the perfect shot. As Caitlyn leaned in, Vi instinctively placed her hand behind Caitlyn’s head to form bunny ears.
“One... two...” Vi’s voice was steady as she counted down, but the moment felt electric.
“Three!” Vi announced. Just as the shutter clicked, Caitlyn turned her head and placed a soft kiss on Vi’s cheek.
The sound of the camera’s whirring seemed to echo in the quiet room as the photo slid out. Vi froze. Her hand dropped slowly, and the camera wobbled slightly in her grip. Heat rushed to her face, painting her cheeks a bright crimson. Her mouth hung open as if words had been stolen from her.
Caitlyn leaned back with a satisfied smirk, her giggle soft yet playful as she glanced at the developing photo. “Oh, look at that,” she teased, her tone dripping with mischief. “What a candid moment.”
Vi swallowed hard, her thoughts spiraling. She could still feel the warmth of Caitlyn’s lips on her cheek, the ghost of the gesture lingering like an imprint on her skin. She fumbled with the Polaroid, holding it up to inspect the image. There it was—her stunned face, Caitlyn’s playful kiss immortalized in the glossy film.
“Y-You,” Vi stammered, finally finding her voice. She turned to Caitlyn, her heart pounding in her chest. “You’re evil.”
Caitlyn chuckled, “Oh, come on. Don’t act like you didn’t love it.”
Vi tried to muster a comeback, but her brain short-circuited. She opted instead to glare half-heartedly, though the corners of her lips betrayed her with a shy smile. “You’re impossible.”
“And you’re adorable,” Caitlyn shot back without missing a beat. Her voice softened, and she reached out to gently brush a strand of hair away from Vi’s flushed face. “Now come on, let’s put that photo in the album. Our first picture together deserves a special spot.”
Vi exhaled a shaky laugh, her earlier embarrassment fading into warmth. “Fine,” she relented, sliding the picture into an empty slot in the album. As she did, she glanced at Caitlyn, who was watching her with a fondness that made Vi’s heart skip a beat.
“You’re really something, you know that?” Vi murmured, more to herself than to Caitlyn.
Caitlyn’s smile widened. “I could say the same about you.”
And in that moment, as the photo rested snugly in its place, Vi couldn’t help but think that maybe, just maybe, her and Caitlyn could live happily together. Had she fallen in love?
Throughout the week, Caitlyn, Vi, and Jayce immersed themselves in the wonders of Ionia, a land of breathtaking beauty and tranquility. The trio had been looking forward to this trip for weeks, and their first stop was a luxurious spa nestled amidst the lush greenery. The air was fragrant with the scent of blooming flowers, and the soothing sounds of a nearby stream created a serene atmosphere.
As they stepped into the spa, Caitlyn couldn't help but chuckle at the sight of Vi and Jayce bickering like siblings. "You two need this spa day more than anyone," she teased, her tone light and playful.
Vi shot her a grin, her hands resting on her hips. "Hey, I've been counting down the days for this. Can't wait to get pampered for once."
Jayce chimed in with a laugh, "As long as there's a mud bath involved, I'm all in. I hear it's great for the skin."
Caitlyn rolled her eyes, a smile tugging at her lips. "You two are impossible. Come on, let's get started before you scare off the staff."
The trio indulged in a series of treatments, each one more relaxing than the last. Caitlyn sighed contentedly as a skilled masseuse worked out the knots in her neck, while Vi and Jayce found themselves in a heated competition during the hot stone therapy.
"How are you holding up over there, tough guy?" Vi called out, her voice laced with amusement as she glanced at Jayce.
Jayce, lying face down with hot stones lined along his back, winced slightly but tried to maintain his composure. "Never better," he replied, his voice strained. "This is nothing."
Vi smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Sure it is. You look like you're about to tap out."
"Not a chance," Jayce shot back, though his clenched jaw betrayed him.
Caitlyn's laughter echoed through the spa, making Vi and Jayce look at each other. "You two are ridiculous," she said, shaking her head. "This is supposed to be relaxing, remember?"
Later, they moved to the natural hot spring, where the warm water enveloped them like a comforting embrace. Caitlyn was leaned back against the smooth rocks, her eyes closed as she let the tension melt away.
"This place is incredible," she murmured, her voice soft and content.
Vi, sitting nearby, nodded in agreement. "Yeah, it's like a little slice of paradise. I could get used to this."
Jayce, ever the joker, splashed a bit of water in Vi's direction. "Don't get too comfortable. We still have a whole week of adventures ahead."
Vi retaliated with a splash of her own, and soon the peaceful hot spring turned into a playful battleground. Caitlyn watched them with a fond smile, her heart full as she realized how much these moments meant to her.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the spa, the trio sat together in companionable silence. The laughter and teasing had subsided, replaced by a deep sense of contentment.
“Picture time!” Said Vi taking out her camera and snapping a picture.
One evening, Caitlyn, Vi, and Jayce found themselves at a quaint seafood restaurant perched on the edge of a sandy Ionia beach. The sound of gentle waves lapping against the shore mingled with the soft hum of conversation and laughter from other diners. The scent of salt in the air blended seamlessly with the mouthwatering aroma of freshly grilled seafood.
The table before them was a feast for the senses, laden with an assortment of dishes: flaky grilled fish drizzled in citrus, skewers of shrimp glistening with a buttery glaze, tender calamari seasoned to perfection, and bowls of steamed rice infused with fragrant herbs. A small lantern flickered in the center, casting a warm glow over their faces.
As they started digging in, the mood quickly turned playful. Jayce, ever the showman, grabbed his chopsticks with an exaggerated flourish. "Watch and learn, people," he announced confidently, his tone dripping with mock seriousness. He aimed for a plump shrimp on one of the skewers, managing to clasp it between the chopsticks with what he clearly thought was expert precision.
However, halfway to his plate, the shrimp slipped free, plopping back onto the dish with an audible splat.
Vi erupted into laughter, her shoulders shaking as she struggled to catch her breath. "Smooth move, Jayce," she teased, leaning forward to give him a mocking pat on the back. "Real impressive. Let me show you how it's done."
She picked up her chopsticks and went for the same skewer, her tongue poking out slightly in concentration. Caitlyn watched with an amused smile as Vi expertly picked up a shrimp, only for it to wobble precariously and tumble onto the tablecloth. Vi blinked at it in surprise before bursting into laughter herself.
"You two are impossible," Caitlyn said, her voice filled with affectionate exasperation. She shook her head, but the smile on her face gave away her fondness for their antics. "Honestly, you're like a couple of kids."
Both Vi and Jayce turned to look at her, grinning sheepishly. "Well, since you're clearly the adult here," Vi said, sitting up straighter, "why don't we focus on feeding you? You did say you were hungry."
"Exactly," Jayce chimed in, giving a playful wink. "Let us serve the queen."
Before Caitlyn could protest, both Vi and Jayce simultaneously attempted to pick up a piece of shrimp with their chopsticks to feed her. The scene quickly devolved into chaos—Jayce's shrimp once again slipped free and bounced onto the edge of Caitlyn's plate, while Vi's shrimp flew off entirely, landing on the edge of the table.
Caitlyn couldn't help but dissolve into laughter, her cheeks flushed with mirth. "You two are hopeless," she said between fits of giggles. "But I appreciate the effort."
"Hopeless?" Vi repeated, feigning offense as she reached for another piece of shrimp. "I'll show you who's hopeless."
Jayce smirked, leaning back in his chair. "I think Caitlyn's already made her verdict clear. You're as bad as I am."
They continued to bicker good-naturedly as they ate, the playful energy of the evening never faltering. Caitlyn savored the moment, letting the joy and warmth of their camaraderie wash over her. The flavors of the seafood danced on her taste buds, the perfect complement to the laughter and teasing that filled the air.
As the meal wound down, the three of them sat back in their chairs, the waves of the ocean providing a soothing backdrop to their conversation. Caitlyn glanced between Vi and Jayce, her heart swelling with gratitude for these simple, cherished moments.
"Thanks for this, you two," she said softly, her voice filled with sincerity. "I can't remember the last time I laughed this much."
Vi raised her glass of water in a mock toast. "To good food, better company, and... questionable chopstick skills."
Jayce chuckled, clinking his glass against hers. "I'll drink to that."
Caitlyn joined in with a soft laugh, her gaze lingering on her friends as the lantern flickered warmly between them.
That night, Jayce headed to his room, leaving Caitlyn and Vi to their shared space. The air was thick with the remnants of a long day—tired smiles, contented sighs, and the quiet hum of the evening.
Vi, lounging on the bed, stretched out with a sigh. "Gosh, I’m so full." She laughed lightly, glancing over at Caitlyn, who was laying down, equally content.
"I’m very full too," Caitlyn said with a small chuckle, her voice soft and tired. "Not going to lie to you, I think I ate way too much.”
Vi nodded in agreement. "But it was totally worth it," she added, then stood to help Caitlyn. "Come on, let’s get you cleaned up, okay?" Caitlyn, exhausted but trusting, let Vi gently lift her into her arms. Vi carried her to the bathroom, carefully undressing her and helping her clean up. The warmth of the water seemed to ease the tension in Caitlyn’s body, and she relaxed into the moment, letting Vi take care of her.
After a few quiet minutes, Vi dressed Caitlyn into her pajamas and then carried her back to bed. As she carefully tucked her in, Vi paused, her hands gently smoothing the blankets. "Are you comfortable there?" she asked softly, brushing a stray strand of hair from Caitlyn's face.
Caitlyn smiled, her eyes heavy with exhaustion but still filled with affection. "Yes, I’m comfortable. Thank you."
Vi's heart swelled with warmth. "You’re welcome," she whispered, leaning down to press a kiss to Caitlyn’s forehead. But Caitlyn's voice stopped her.
"Vi?" Caitlyn's voice was barely audible, soft and vulnerable.
"Yes?" Vi asked, leaning closer, her heart racing just a little.
"Would you lay down with me?" Caitlyn asked, her tone a little hesitant but full of longing. Vi could see the tiredness in her eyes, but there was something else too—something deeper, a need for closeness, for comfort.
Vi smiled warmly, her heart softening at Caitlyn’s request. "Of course, cupcake." Slowly, Vi eased herself onto the bed beside Caitlyn, pulling the blankets around them both.
"May I lay on your chest?" Caitlyn asked, her voice barely above a whisper. "I just… I want to listen to your heartbeat."
Vi's heart fluttered at the simple request. She nodded and, with great care, shifted Caitlyn in her arms. She gently lifted Caitlyn until her head rested against Vi’s chest. Caitlyn closed her eyes, sighing contentedly as the rhythmic sound of Vi’s heartbeat filled her ears.
Vi smiled softly, her fingers lightly brushing through Caitlyn’s hair as she settled into the moment. "I think I fell in love with you," Vi murmured, her voice full of quiet sincerity.
"I think I might have fallen too," Caitlyn whispered in return, her voice thick with emotion, full of all the things she often didn’t know how to say. They were safe here, in this shared space, away from everything that weighed on them.
Vi looked down at Caitlyn, the vulnerability in her eyes matching her own. Slowly, she tilted Caitlyn’s face up, her lips capturing Caitlyn’s in a gentle kiss. It was soft at first—slow, full of tenderness. But as the kiss deepened, Vi’s desire to be closer, to feel everything with Caitlyn, grew. She carefully moved Caitlyn, rolling her onto her back, keeping their lips locked. Vi hovered over Caitlyn, her body carefully aligned to avoid any discomfort.
Vi’s lips drifted down, tracing the line of Caitlyn’s neck, but Caitlyn's breath hitched.
"Vi, wait—no," Caitlyn said quickly.
Vi’s eyes widened with concern, immediately pulling back. "Did I do something wrong?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry. "I didn’t mean to—"
"No, Vi, it’s not that," Caitlyn said, her voice shaking a little. "It’s just that…" she hesitated, struggling to find the right words. She glanced up at Vi, her eyes soft but a little conflicted. "I just can’t really feel... You know?"
Vi’s expression softened as understanding dawned on her. She smiled gently, a reassuring touch on Caitlyn’s cheek. "It’s alright, Caitlyn. You don’t have to apologize for anything." Her voice was soothing, tender. "I understand. It’s not about that, okay?"
Caitlyn nodded, her face flushed with a mix of embarrassment and relief. Vi, ever patient, kissed the top of her head and laid beside her again, resting her head gently against Caitlyn’s chest. They lay there in the quiet of the room, the weight of the world momentarily lifting as they found comfort in each other’s presence.
"Thank you for being so understanding," Caitlyn whispered after a moment, her voice thick with gratitude.
Vi’s fingers gently traced patterns on Caitlyn’s arm as she spoke, her voice soft but steady. "Always, Cait. Always."
In that quiet space, with their hearts beating in sync, they both knew that love didn’t always have to be about grand gestures. Sometimes, it was just about being there for each other, offering a steady presence and a listening ear. And that, in its own way, was more than enough.
The next morning, Caitlyn, Vi, and Jayce embarked on a fishing excursion that promised both adventure and tranquility. The sun was just beginning its ascent, painting the horizon in shades of gold and pink. The sea stretched out endlessly before them, its crystal-clear surface shimmering under the soft morning light. A gentle breeze carried the salty tang of the ocean, filling their lungs with freshness and their hearts with quiet excitement.
Standing on the edge of the boat, Vi was the first to grab her fishing rod. She adjusted her grip with a confident smirk, her eyes already scanning the water. "Alright, here’s the deal," she said, her voice filled with playful determination. "First one to catch a fish gets to choose the next activity."
Jayce immediately perked up, gripping his own rod like a sword. "You’re on," he replied, his grin as wide as the ocean before them. He adjusted his stance, trying to look like a seasoned fisherman, though his exaggerated posture drew a raised eyebrow from Caitlyn.
"Careful, Jayce," Caitlyn teased, her voice laced with amusement. "You might scare all the fish away with that bravado."
He turned to her with a mock-offended look. "And here I thought you'd be rooting for me," he said, dramatically clutching his chest as if her words had wounded him.
Caitlyn chuckled softly, shaking her head as she sat down with her own fishing rod. She cast her line with practiced ease, the bobber plopping gently into the water. "I’m just here to enjoy the morning," she said with a serene smile, her gaze flickering between the two of them. "You two can duke it out all you want."
The minutes stretched out in peaceful anticipation, broken only by the rhythmic lapping of the waves against the boat. Vi, never one to sit still for too long, began tapping her foot impatiently. "Come on, fish," she muttered under her breath. "I don’t have all day."
Jayce glanced at her with a smirk. "Getting nervous already, Vi? Don’t worry, I’ll teach you a thing or two about patience."
Vi rolled her eyes. "Oh, please. If anyone’s catching the first fish, it’s gonna be me." She glanced at Caitlyn for support, but Caitlyn only smiled knowingly.
Suddenly, Vi’s fishing rod jerked. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she tightened her grip. "I got something!" she shouted, excitement lighting up her face. She stood up, bracing herself as the rod bent under the weight of her catch.
Jayce scrambled to his feet, clearly unwilling to let her claim victory so soon. "No way," he said, quickly reeling in his line as if he could somehow convince a fish to bite out of sheer willpower. "Not happening!"
Vi wrestled with the rod, her muscles straining as she slowly reeled in her catch. Caitlyn watched with an amused smile. "You’ve got this, Vi," she said, her voice calm but encouraging.
With one final pull, Vi hoisted her catch into the air—a very tiny silver fish that flapped wildly in protest. She let out a triumphant laugh, holding it up for them to see. "And that," she said, grinning from ear to ear, "is how it’s done."
Jayce groaned, tossing his rod onto the deck dramatically. "Beginner’s luck," he muttered, though his smile betrayed his good humor. "Fine, what’s your pick for the next activity, oh mighty fisherwoman?"
Vi tapped her chin, pretending to think it over. "Hmm, I’ll have to get back to you on that," she said with a wink, still basking in her victory.
Caitlyn laughed, shaking her head at their antics. "I have to admit, that was impressive," she said, glancing at Vi. "But don’t get too cocky. The day’s not over yet."
As the boat rocked gently on the waves, the three of them settled back into their seats, their laughter mingling with the sound of the sea.
In the evenings, Caitlyn, Vi, and Jayce made it a point to immerse themselves in the cultural fabric of Ionia by attending local shows. These performances were a vibrant showcase of the region's rich traditions, each one more awe-inspiring than the last. One particular night stood out—a mesmerizing dance performance held in an open-air theater under a canopy of stars.
The stage was illuminated with the soft glow of lanterns, casting flickering shadows on the performers as they moved with elegant precision. The music, a harmonious blend of string instruments and rhythmic drums, filled the air with an energy that was both grounding and otherworldly. The dancers wore intricate traditional costumes, their flowing fabrics catching the light with every graceful turn.
Caitlyn sat in the middle of the row, her eyes fixed on the performers. There was something captivating about the way they seemed to flow like water, their movements telling stories of love, war, and the harmony of nature. To her left, Vi leaned forward, her expression a mix of admiration and curiosity. To her right, Jayce was tapping his foot to the rhythm, a small smile playing on his lips.
As the performance reached its crescendo, Vi couldn’t contain herself any longer. "I could totally do that," she whispered, her voice tinged with mock confidence.
Jayce smirked, leaning closer so Caitlyn could hear him too. "Oh yeah? I’d pay good money to see you try," he quipped, his tone dripping with playful sarcasm.
The performers bowed to thunderous applause as the show came to a close, but Vi was already on her feet, mimicking the intricate footwork she'd just witnessed. "Watch and learn, Jayce," she said, lifting her arms in an exaggerated imitation of the dancers’ flowing movements.
Jayce immediately took the challenge. "Alright, let’s see how it’s done then," he said, stepping beside her and attempting his own version of the dance. His movements were stiff and awkward, but the determined look on his face made Caitlyn burst into laughter.
The scene quickly turned into a hilarious spectacle. Vi spun dramatically, nearly tripping over her own feet but recovering just in time to throw her hands in the air. "Nailed it!" she declared, grinning triumphantly.
Jayce, not to be outdone, attempted a jump-spin combination. He landed with a loud thud and nearly toppled into an empty chair, earning himself a round of applause from a couple of amused onlookers.
Caitlyn laughed so hard she could barely catch her breath. "You two should join the performance," she managed to say between fits of giggles. Her laughter was infectious, drawing smiles from those seated nearby.
Vi placed her hands on her hips, her cheeks flushed from both exertion and embarrassment. "Admit it, Cait. You’re impressed," she said with a smirk, though her expression was betrayed by the faint glimmer of self-consciousness in her eyes.
Caitlyn shook her head, her shoulders still shaking with laughter. "Impressed isn’t exactly the word I’d use," she teased, her tone light and affectionate. "But it was definitely... memorable."
Jayce bowed dramatically, his arm sweeping outward like a seasoned performer. "Thank you, thank you," he said, his voice loud enough to draw another round of chuckles from the crowd. "We’ll be here all week."
As they made their way back to their seats, Caitlyn couldn’t stop smiling. "Next time, maybe leave the dancing to the professionals," Caitlyn said as the performers returned for a final bow. But even as she said it, she couldn’t deny that the memory of their impromptu performance would stay with her far longer than the perfect grace of the dancers on stage.
One crisp and tranquil night, the trio gathered around a beach bonfire, the flames crackling merrily and casting golden light onto their faces. The salty sea air mingled with the sweet scent of roasting marshmallows, creating an atmosphere that was both cozy and invigorating. Above them, the stars stretched out endlessly, shimmering like scattered diamonds against the velvety sky.
Jayce leaned back on a log, holding his marshmallow skewer over the fire with a grin. "Remember that time we tried to make s'mores and ended up burning half of them?" he said, his voice filled with nostalgia.
Caitlyn chuckled. "Oh, I remember," she replied, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "You insisted on eating them anyway, even though they were practically charcoal."
"Hey, waste not, want not," Jayce retorted, puffing his chest out in mock indignation. "Besides, they were... unique in flavor. A gourmet experience."
Vi snorted, shaking her head as she handed Caitlyn a freshly made s'more. "Yeah, a 'unique' experience no one else wanted to try," she quipped. "Enjoy this one, Cait. I promise it’s not a fire hazard."
Caitlyn smiled as she accepted the s'more, taking a small, content bite. As she chewed, a smudge of melted chocolate found its way onto her lips, and Vi’s eyes caught it immediately. Without thinking, Vi leaned in slightly and wiped the chocolate away with her finger. The moment lingered as Vi glanced at the chocolate on her finger, then, with a shrug and a small, teasing grin, popped it into her mouth.
Jayce, who had been meticulously roasting his marshmallow, froze mid-motion as he took in the scene. His mouth fell open, his skewer lowering as the marshmallow on it promptly caught fire. "You two are...!" he started, pointing the now-flaming marshmallow at them, his expression a mixture of disbelief and delight.
Vi, still with her finger in her mouth, arched a brow at him. "Jayce," said Caitlyn with amusement, "your marshmallow's on fire."
Startled, Jayce yelped and frantically waved the skewer around, extinguishing the flame but reducing the marshmallow to a charred lump. He dropped it with a dramatic sigh, letting it fall to the sand. Then, as if a light bulb had gone off in his head, he pointed between Caitlyn and Vi, his grin stretching wide. "Ha! You two are together!" he declared triumphantly, his voice ringing through the night.
Vi and Caitlyn exchanged glances, Caitlyn’s cheeks tinting pink while Vi’s expression flickered between mortification and amusement. Jayce, however, was not finished. He bolted to Caitlyn, wrapping her in a bear hug and planting a quick kiss on her forehead. "I’m so happy for you, Sprout!" he exclaimed, his voice brimming with genuine joy.
Caitlyn laughed softly, her voice warm as she returned the hug. "Thank you, Jayce," she said, her tone full of quiet gratitude. She glanced at Vi, who looked like she wanted to disappear into the sand.
Jayce turned to Vi next, his grin only widening as he opened his arms dramatically. "Come here, you!" he bellowed, advancing on her with unmistakable glee.
Vi’s eyes widened in horror, and she backed away quickly. "No, Jayce. No. Don’t—!" she protested, attempting to dart around the bonfire, but Jayce was faster. He caught her in a crushing hug, lifting her clear off the ground and spinning her around.
"Gotcha!" Jayce crowed, laughing as Vi squirmed in his arms. "You’re not getting out of this one."
"Alright, alright, put me down, you oaf!" Vi grumbled, though the laughter in her voice betrayed her. When Jayce finally released her, she straightened her jacket and crossed her arms, glaring at him half-heartedly. "You’re impossible."
"And you’re stuck with me," Jayce replied cheerfully, plopping back down on the log. "Now, spill. How’d this all start? I want details."
Caitlyn and Vi exchanged a look, Caitlyn’s eyes soft with warmth and Vi’s holding a spark of defiance. "Fine," Vi said, rolling her eyes as she plopped down beside Caitlyn. "But only because you burned your marshmallow for this."
On the last day, the sun bathed the forest in a soft golden glow as Caitlyn, Vi, and Jayce stumbled upon the waterfall. The water cascaded down smooth rock faces, glittering like liquid crystal as it plunged into the serene pool below. The sound of the rushing water was soothing yet powerful, harmonizing with the rustling of leaves and the distant call of birds. The air was fresh, cool, and invigorating, carrying a faint mist from the falls.
Vi stopped in her tracks, her breath hitching as she took in the scene. “Oh, this is amazing,” she murmured, her voice filled with awe.
Jayce clapped a hand on her shoulder, grinning from ear to ear. “Let’s do this,” he said, already tugging off his boots. “I’m jumping in.”
Without waiting for a response, Jayce sprinted toward the water’s edge and leaped in with an unceremonious splash. His laughter echoed through the forest as he surfaced, shaking his head like a dog to fling water everywhere. “It’s perfect! Come on, you two!”
Vi laughed, shaking her head at his enthusiasm. “Guess I can’t let him have all the fun.” She kicked off her boots and dove in after him, her figure slicing through the water with surprising grace. When she resurfaced, she let out a whoop of exhilaration, her pink hair plastered against her face. “You’re right! It’s incredible.”
Caitlyn remained on the edge, her lips curved into a soft smile as she watched her companions. Their laughter and joy filled the air, but she hesitated, the cool water looking both inviting and intimidating.
“Wanna join us, Cait?” Vi called out, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
Jayce splashed Vi playfully before turning to Caitlyn, his grin widening. “Come on, we’ll hold you,” he added, his tone encouraging. “You don’t have to worry about a thing.”
Caitlyn sighed, biting her lip as she considered it. She hated the idea of missing out, but the thought of the chilly water made her pause. “Fine,” she finally relented, a hint of hesitation in her voice.
Jayce waded back to the edge, his hands outstretched. “Alright, I’ve got you,” he said confidently, his grin never wavering. He removed her shoes and cautiously lift her into his arms. He carefully carried her into the shallow part of the pool.
“It’s not so bad,” Caitlyn murmured, her voice barely audible above the rush of the falls.
“You’re doing great,” Jayce said, his tone gentle. Once he was confident, he carefully set her down, placing her between Vi’s legs. Vi’s arms wrapped around her from behind, steady and comforting.
“There we go, slowly, slowly,” Vi murmured soothingly, positioning her knees up to support Caitlyn. The warmth of Vi’s presence contrasted with the cool water, grounding Caitlyn and helping her relax.
Jayce took a step back, placing his hands on his hips with a triumphant grin. “Alright, I’m jumping from the cliff,” he announced, nodding toward the rocky ledge that towered above them.
Caitlyn’s eyes widened. “Be careful,” she called after him, concern lacing her voice. “Don’t do anything reckless!”
Jayce shot her a thumbs-up, his grin growing even wider as he began scaling the rocks. Caitlyn and Vi watched him, their laughter blending with the sound of the rushing water. As he climbed higher, Vi placed her chin on Caitlyn’s shoulder, the gesture intimate and tender. Caitlyn could feel the warmth of Vi’s breath against her skin, her heart fluttering despite herself.
“I don’t want this to ever end,” Vi whispered, her voice barely audible but heavy with emotion. Her arms tightened slightly around Caitlyn, as if she were trying to hold onto the moment forever.
“Me neither,” Caitlyn replied softly, her voice trembling as she spoke. Her gaze was fixed on the falls, but her thoughts were elsewhere. “Vi, I have to tell you something.”
Vi’s brow furrowed, and she tilted her head slightly to look at Caitlyn. “What is it?” she asked, her voice gentle but curious.
“It’s something that I’ve been thinking about for a while now,” Caitlyn began, her voice faltering as she tried to find the right words. “It has to do with my life and... well...”
“I know, Cait,” Vi interrupted, her voice soft but steady.
Caitlyn turned her head to look at her, her eyes wide with surprise. “Wait, you know?” she asked, her tone filled with disbelief.
“Yes, I’ve known for a while now,” Vi admitted, pressing a gentle kiss to Caitlyn’s shoulder. “I overheard your parents discussing it. Since then, I decided that my mission was to change your mind.”
Caitlyn’s breath caught in her throat. “Vi, I...”
Vi kissed her cheek gently, her lips lingering for a moment before she pulled back. “You’re not alone in this,” Vi said firmly.
Caitlyn sighed. “Well, I haven’t changed my mind,” she said, her tone firm but tinged with sorrow.
Vi’s expression shifted, worry and confusion clouding her features. “What?” she asked, her voice breaking slightly.
At that moment, Jayce jumped off the cliff, his triumphant yell slicing through the tension. He hit the water with a massive splash, sending droplets flying in every direction. “Did you see that?!” he exclaimed as he resurfaced, grinning from ear to ear.
Caitlyn and Vi remained silent, their attention focused solely on each other. Jayce’s grin faltered as he noticed the heavy atmosphere, and he began swimming toward them, concern etched on his face.
“Cait, what do you mean?” Vi asked, her voice wavering. Her hands tightened around Caitlyn’s shoulders, the fear in her eyes unmistakable.
“I’m sorry, Vi,” Caitlyn said, her voice breaking. “But I can’t. I won’t change my mind. In three weeks, I’m doing it.”
Vi’s heart shattered at her words. Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over as she cried out, “No, Cait, you can’t! What about us?” Asked Vi
“I love you. You’ve changed me—you’ve shown me that life can be better.” Said Caitlyn
Caitlyn’s tears mirrored Vi’s, her chest heaving as she tried to contain her sobs. “I love you” she said again, her voice trembling. “You’ve made me see that life can be better, but... I can’t give that back to you. Not in this state.”
Vi shook her head, one hand trembling as she cupped Caitlyn’s face. “I don’t care about that,” she said desperately. “I’ll carry you through anything. I’ll deal with everything. Just don’t leave me.”
“Vi, stop,” Caitlyn pleaded, her tears falling faster.
Jayce, oblivious to the weight of their exchange, tried again to lighten the mood. “Did y’all see that? Pretty epic, huh?” he asked, his grin quickly fading as he caught sight of Vi’s tear-streaked face. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his concern growing.
“Jayce, could you hold Caitlyn, please?” Vi asked, her voice trembling as she tried to steady herself.
Jayce quickly moved closer, his brow furrowed in worry as he gently lifted Caitlyn into his arms. Vi climbed out of the water, her steps heavy with emotion as she walked away, needing a moment to collect herself.
“What happened?” Jayce asked, his voice soft and filled with worry. Caitlyn didn’t respond, her tears mixing with the droplets of water on her face.
“I’ll explain later,” Caitlyn whispered, her voice barely audible. “Can we just go back to your room, Jayce? Please?”
“Of course,” Jayce replied immediately, his voice gentle. He held her close as he began wading toward the shore, his heart aching after seeing his little sister cry.
The weight of the day lingered heavily in the air as Caitlyn sat quietly in Jayce's room, her hand trembling slightly. Tears streaked her face, her usually composed demeanor shattered. She wished she could held onto her brother’s hand tightly, as if his steady presence was the only thing anchoring her to the moment.
“What happened, little bird? Talk to me,” Jayce said gently, his deep voice laced with worry. He leaned closer, his grip on her hand firm yet reassuring. His nickname for her, usually said with playful affection, now carried a somber tenderness.
Caitlyn drew in a shaky breath, her lips quivering as fresh tears filled her eyes. “Jayce... I haven’t changed my mind,” she choked out, her voice breaking as the words spilled forth.
Jayce’s face fell. For a moment, he froze, his mouth opening slightly as if to speak, but no words came out. He gave her hand a small squeeze before letting go and standing up. “Oh,” he mumbled, his voice barely audible. He avoided her gaze, his shoulders tense. “Um, I’ll get you a towel,” he said quickly before turning on his heel and heading to the bathroom.
The second Jayce closed the door behind him, his composure crumbled. He gripped the edge of the sink and stared at his reflection in the mirror. His tears came suddenly, hot and uncontrollable, cascading down his face. He clenched his jaw and shook his head as if trying to snap himself out of it, but the ache in his chest was unbearable. “Fuck” he whispered to himself, his voice trembling. He turned on the faucet, splashing cold water onto his face in an effort to calm down. The coolness stung, but it helped mask the evidence of his tears. After a moment, he grabbed a towel and took a deep breath, straightening his posture before stepping out to face Caitlyn again.
“Here,” Jayce said softly, wrapping the towel around her. His eyes were still red, but his voice was steady, filled with the care and concern that only a brother could offer.
“Thank you,” Caitlyn murmured as tears kept coming. Jayce sat back down beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. He didn’t speak, instead letting her cry into his chest while he stroked her hair silently.
Meanwhile, across the hall, Vi stormed into her room and slammed the door shut. The loud bang startled her for a moment, but she didn’t care. Her emotions were a whirlwind of frustration, heartbreak, and helplessness. She paced the room for a few moments, her hands tugging at her hair. Her first instinct was to call Powder, her sister, the person she’d always turned to for comfort. But then she glanced at the clock on the wall. It was far too late in Piltover and Zaun—Powder would be fast asleep. Calling her would only disrupt her peace and make her worry.
With a heavy sigh, Vi made her way to the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She leaned against it for support before sliding down to the floor. She hugged her knees tightly to her chest, her forehead resting against them as her tears finally began to fall. They came in quiet, heart-wrenching sobs that echoed softly in the small room.
“I failed,” she whispered to herself, her voice cracking. “I failed her. I couldn’t change her mind... I couldn’t save her.” The words felt like knives as she said them aloud, the pain in her chest growing heavier with each syllable. She had promised herself that she would do whatever it took to make Caitlyn see another way, to make her stay. And yet, here she was, sitting on a cold bathroom floor, drowning in the realization that she hadn’t been able to keep that promise.
Her mind raced as images of Caitlyn’s tear-streaked face flashed before her eyes. The warmth of Caitlyn in her arms earlier by the waterfall, the tender moments they had shared—they all felt so fleeting now, like trying to hold water in her hands. She buried her face in her knees, her sobs intensifying. She wanted to scream, to break something, to do anything to release the pain that was consuming her, but instead, all she could do was cry.
Back in Jayce’s room, Caitlyn’s crying had quieted to soft sniffles, though her body still trembled with the weight of her emotions. Jayce sat beside her, his own tears running silently down his face as he held her close. He wanted to say something, anything, to comfort her, but the words eluded him. How could he fix this? How could he make her pain go away when he felt just as helpless?
“Cait,” he finally said, his voice hoarse. “Whatever happens, you know I’m here, right? No matter what. You’re not alone.”
Caitlyn nodded weakly, her head resting against his shoulder. “Thank you, Jayce,” she whispered, her voice raw. “I just... I just need some time.”
“Take all the time you need,” he replied, his hand gently rubbing her back. They sat in silence, the room heavy with unspoken words and shared sorrow.
In her own bathroom, Vi clutched her chest, her sobs subsiding into quiet whimpers. She wiped at her eyes, her hands trembling. “Pull it together, Vi,” she muttered to herself, though the words felt hollow.
The night dragged on, the sounds of waves and distant crickets the only noise filling the quiet void. Three people, each in their own corner of the world, cried for the same reason: love, heartbreak, and the unbearable weight of choices that couldn’t be undone.