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Dear Stranger,
Summary: There are letters addressed to her. Dozens, all written in Caitlyn’s elegant script and dark blue ink.
And Vi can’t help herself. She gathers them up and starts to read.
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Vi discovers the letters Caitlyn wrote to her during their time apart.
Words: 5.7k
Rating: T
Notes: Hello this was basically just an excuse for me to get my thoughts oriented on what Caitlyn's mindset must have been like during her dictator era, and then it turned into a bit of a hurt/comfort monster. Enjoy!
“Cait?”
Vi pokes her head into the office, looking to see if Caitlyn was working at her desk. The lights are off and the computer dark, but Vi shrugs and steps into the room to get a closer look anyway. The fancy back of the desk chair was high and wide enough to hide Caitlyn completely, thanks to her slender frame and the fact that, like, ninety percent of her height came from her legs (which, Vi wasn’t about to complain about at all), and it wouldn’t be the first time she’d fallen asleep reading through files.
She crosses the room and peeks around the side of the chair, then huffs when she finds it empty. Most of the time when she couldn’t find Caitlyn, she could find her here, working until she couldn’t keep her eyes open. Or she’d find her in their bedroom, but Vi had already checked there, too. Maybe she should check the kitchen? Did Caitlyn even know how to cook?
As Vi turns to leave, her elbow bumps against a box perched precariously on a filing cabinet by the desk, sending it crashing to the floor, lid popping off and papers flying everywhere.
“Shit,” Vi mumbles, immediately crouching down to gather the papers up. She has no idea if they were arranged in any specific order. Knowing Caitlyn, they probably were, but Vi tries not to think about that.
She’s rifling through pages, flipping them around so they’re all oriented the same way, when something written at the top of one catches her eye, making her freeze.
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