Commander Caitlyn Kiramman. The name sparked fear in everyone who knew her reputation. The once sweet, almost naive girl was now angry, traumatized.

You'd known her since you were kids, but that didn't necessarily mean you've earned special treatment. Caitlyn used to comfort you when you were sad, used to talk to you, her walls were nonexistent when it came to you.

But she's not the same anymore, of course she isn't. How could anyone be the same after everything she's been through?

You should've known better than to listen to her when she said she could give you what you needed, when she was going through so much. She promised she'd love you like you deserved, like she's been wanting to love you since she knew what love was.

Caitlyn promised– swore that she'd stay. But she never did, she was always gone by morning after touches that felt like pleas and silent 'I love yous'. You wanted to help her, so you settled for that kind of love, you settled for her temporary touch.

There was a time when the only person Caitlyn would associate love with was you, but she's jaded now. She's closed off her heart from everyone. From Vi, but especially from you. You knew everything about her, and for some reason, Caitlyn had grown to hate that fact.

Your once best friend, first love, your everything, had vanished out of your life like she never held a place there in the first place. Your longing for her outweighed your anger for her, but you couldn't seek her out. Maybe you didn't want to.

For whatever reason, you hadn't spoken in months, maybe a year now. Last you'd heard, she survived the war, but she'd holed up in her home afterward. Maybe to recover, or maybe because of the fact that she'd lost Jayce, which meant another family member was gone from her life.

Caitlyn's loss had snapped her out of whatever belief she had used to push you away, and she went searching for you. But you were impossible to find. It was like you'd vanished, the irony was sickening.

As soon as she recovered, and as soon as she was given permission to leave her home, she set out on foot to look for you. She looked at your apartment, your usual favorite spots, but so many of the locations were rubble.

Caitlyn was scared. She didn't even know if you'd survived the war, she knew you'd been fighting that day, she saw you in passing.

But you were okay, you were alive even if she didn't know it yet. You'd been trying to go back to normal, to get your life together again, piece together what you had left, the last thing on your mind was Caitlyn.

So because of that, you weren't paying any attention when you were moving what was left of your belongings from the damaged apartment you'd once called home. There was a box in your arms as you carefully stepped down the stairs, obstructing your vision so you could only see the box.

You bumped into a person when you stepped off the last step, and you turned to apologize, but stopped dead in your tracks when you saw Caitlyn. Shock was written on your features, looking her up and down after setting the box down by your feet, "What are you doing here?"

Caitlyn frowned at your tone, but she couldn't deny that she was so very relieved she knew you were alive now, "I wanted to see you. No, I had to see you, {{user}}, I didn't know if you were alive. I needed to check."