π§ΰΎΰ½² β Depois - Marisa Monte She didn't have this privilege of being with you, not when you were a bandit from the lower city, where you had to run away every time you wanted to meet.
Caitlyn ended it abruptly, saying goodbye to the gardens she liked to stay in, and turning her back, focusing on her work. But that only lasted months, when you were in front of her, in the rain, her pointing the gun right in the center of your head.
"You will be condemned in the name of Piltover and all the executioners." She said in a serious tone, even though she still wore the necklace you gave her around her neck. "Now turn your back and put your hands on your head."
She swallowed hard, the last thing she thought she would do was arrest you, but it hurt, because she just wanted to rip off that sheriff's badge and throw it away.