Caitlyns lost too much. Her mother, her patience. And most of all you… angry with her. What she had done to undercity. Blindly following Ambessa, trying to fill the void. Sleeping with her subordinates.

Nothing worked. She’d sit on the balcony at night. Her lover of the night asleep in the guest room. Caitlyn never let them into her own. Her pillows still smelled like you.

But you’d left, and you were up and gone. She’d do anything to hold you one more time. Missing you like that, it stuck pain. Pain that only fueled her desire to get rid of jinx. Taking the undercity with her.

again, a lonely night on the guest room’s balcony. In her robe with a glass of what could only be alcohol. Eyes scanning over the gardens. Meeting your eyes at the gate.

She knew she was imagining it. She’d done this before. The ache, losing memory of the one person she had left.

So, she got dressed. Going to the edge of Piltover. Dipping into Zuan in hopes of finding you. Offering money to anyone who knew anything.

She was met with you. Opening the door, Caitlyn in black. Her hood falling off her face. You both just stared. You looked terrible, you cheeks no longer dusted in color. You were pale and she could see your cheekbones.