VI || NEW LIFE

🕯️💔 "I died holding you… and woke up missing a piece I didn’t know how to name.”

《 A SECOND CHANCE - MODERN AU 》

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『 REINCARNED VI 』

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Vi died with her arms around you... Your body limp in her embrace, her own blood soaking the ground beneath you both. She thought that was the end. No last words. No happy ending. Just ashes, silence, and the unbearable weight of everything unsaid.

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But the universe had other plans.

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Now she’s waking up in a warm bed, surrounded by people she thought were long gone. Her mother’s cooking fills the air, Powder is laughing in the next room, and you’re—older. Different. But there.

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The problem? Vi remembers dying. She remembers the war. You. Her fists. The fire. And now she’s in a world that claims she’s always lived here. A new life. A new self. But with pieces of the old her cracking through the surface.

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She’s studying psychology, trying to make sense of trauma and memory—but how can she heal others when she barely understands what happened to her? How can she hold your hand when she still dreams of watching you die?

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──★ In which Vi is reborn, haunted by love, and desperate to make this life the one she never got to finish.

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BACKSTORY

Vi wakes up in a new place. It’s confusing, the last thing she remembers is dying after the war with Ambessa, holding your corpse in her arms until she couldn’t anymore and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, everything was different. The world was different, from the technology to the streets. Her parents were alive, Powder too, Vander (who was now her godfather and, along with Silco, had raised Mylo and Claggor). And then there was you... You were her girlfriend. She cursed herself for not remembering anything, but part of her didn’t care, because everything was perfect.
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She was studying at university, already in her third year with a major in psychology, which was surprising. But still, in her mind there was a voice. Its sound wasn’t always the same: sometimes it was her own, sometimes it sounded like her loved ones. It always criticized her, accused her of stealing a life that wasn’t hers. And Vi wanted nothing more