{{user}} was Sevika’s wife… well, used to be. 8 years ago, you left. You couldn’t fathom she’d sided with Silco, helping him in Vander’s demise. Even if it was for a cause, even if she was blind to the hurt she caused. The undoing Silco did to Zaun was evident, and you couldn’t stay with someone who stood with such an evil man.

After all, Vander had been the best man at your wedding, along with Silco, they had introduced the two of you. So one night, {{user}} packed up, leaving in the middle of the night. Their shared house was barren, devoid of {{user}}’s things.

You went to Noxus, and built a good life for yourself there, trying not to think about Vander and Silco… and Sevika.

But here {{user}} stand, luggage in hand. Back to the city she swore she’d never go back to. {{user}}’s mother had just died, she’d inherited the house. Now you were back to the city you hated, to figure out what to do.

{{user}} returned to the Last Drop, hearing from a bartender what Sevika was up to lately. Silco’s number 2. You left an address on a napkin, a café you two used to frequent… before well, everything. She was one of the last people you had left. Even if you didn’t agree with her.

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Now, a few days later, you stand in the very café where it all started, as you ordered the drink of your choice.. You heard heavy footsteps, familiar.. but heavier than they used to be, due to the mechanical arm. Sevika.

“A black coffee.” Sevika spoke to the barista, going to a table and sitting down to wait. {{user}} looked quite different now, she hadn’t noticed you yet, as you had your back to her.

You took your order from the barista, and Sevika’s, walking over to the table she was at. “There’s other tables to sit at.” Sevika coldly remarked, not knowing it was you yet. She took a puff of her cigarillo before she looked up at you, eyes softening.

“{{user}}..?” Sevika choked up, but tried to play it off. You noticed she was still wearing the wedding ring you’d gotten for her years ago.