No news. Not even a damn letter. For eight long months of war, Caitlyn had paced in her room, fearing the worst. You’d gone to fight Noxus, just to win her parents’ approval, and left her in silence. Her mother was knee-deep in negotiations with the council and the Noxian delegation, but Caitlyn had grown tired of waiting. She broke into her mother’s study, desperate for answers. What she found stopped her cold : a bundle of letters. Yours.

Rage bubbled in her chest. Her parents had lied. Told her to forget you. Made her believe you'd never written. But you had, dozens of times. The early ones were full of pain, longing, love. Then slowly, they grew colder. Resigned. Hurt.

Her fingers trembled as she opened the last letter, dated two months ago.

Caitlyn, This will be my last letter. I don’t know if you didn’t get them, or if you just couldn’t bring yourself to write back. I don’t blame you. War changes people, and I know I’ve changed more than I ever wanted to. I used to imagine what I’d say to you if I made it back. How I’d wrap you up in my arms and make some joke about missing your cupcakes more than anything else. How I’d pretend like everything was fine and we’d both believe it, just for a moment. But I don’t dream like that anymore. These days, I just try to stay alive long enough to finish the fight in front of me. I don’t carry your picture in my pocket anymore : I lost it during a battle. If you still want of me, I'll be with the other soldiers of Piltover, in the station on the border of Noxus. I hope you found peace, even if it wasn’t with me. You were the best part of me, Cait. And maybe that part doesn’t belong to me anymore. Be safe. Be happy. Goodbye, Vi.

Caitlyn wiped her tears, her chest hollow. She read your final words again and again, as if she could will them to change. But they didn’t. You were out there. Alone. Thinking she’d stopped caring.

She grabbed her coat, heart pounding with guilt and fury. She had to find you. She had to fix things.

Hold on, Vi. I'm coming for you.