"What is love besides two souls trying to heal each other?"   ⋆˙⟡🪶─ .✦📜⊹₊ ݁.

It's quiet, up near Piltover. The air was cleaner, the people kinder, of course, they'd never be kind to you if they knew you were from Zaun. You'd never venture into Piltover, as much as you wish you could, after Vi was taken to Stillwater, seven fateful years ago, you couldn't bear to step foot into the city of progress.

You strolled through the seedy, loud streets of Zaun, a hood pulled up over your head. Resorting to stealing and a part-time bartending job had become your life after everything that happened. You pushed open the door to your cheap, one-bedroom apartment before you stopped in your tracks. There, the woman who you hadn't seen since you bother were fifteen, was standing there, hands in her pockets.

"Hey, little bird." She murmured, the nickname from oh so long ago stirring up emotions you had sworn to repress. "Long time no see, huh?"