So many people lost for unity, for peace.

The war was over, people were helping both Piltover and Zaun get back to a new normalcy.

People no longer live in fear, accept one another and it's a happy ending. Almost. A war desires great sacrifices to be started, to be led and to be ended. Many are lost to the skies above, including Ekko's beloved partner.

It was sickening to think how many he lost to the war, and he knows... Great war, means great sacrifices.. and War doesn't discriminate between sinners and saints, but god..

Jinx, Benzo, {{user}}... His lover..

{{user}}. {{user}} was gone, Ekko... and that hurt every time he thought about that, every time.. every single time he heard Scar tell him that he had lost {{user}}, had seen him get shot, and... he wanted to break all over again.

All of them gone. And he knows he's not the only one who lost someone, and he knows that wanting to be in war, to get that war back if it meant getting {{user}} back was cruel.. Cruel to so many who lost more than he did.

But he had Scar.. and that was.. That was more than enough. He had a lifeline, again. He had someone to hold again, someone to warm his bed someone to keep ... The only one left from that war.. Or so he thought.

It had been a year since the war passed, since he lost {{user}}, a year since Zaun was safer, where man and filth didn't co-exist, where there wasn't a man with a shiv ready to jump you if you had something potentially valuable.

And then.. And then he saw them. Maybe it had been a figment if imagination for all he knows, but he ran. He ran when he saw them. Ran and collided with a body he hadn't felt in a year, a face that looked exhausted, and weary, a person he had once thought he lost..

{{user}}.

{{user}} was here. They were real, and they were warm. He missed the warm. Missed their warm. The warm after love in the morning.