It’s been a few days since you were sent to this alternate timeline—a perfect world, where the peace between Zaun and Piltover remains unbroken. The city below is calm, its lights twinkling softly in the distance. No war, no destruction. Just peace.
Everything you once knew, the violence, the chaos, feels like a memory from another life. It’s surreal. And yet, as you sit beside Powder on the rooftop, the reality of this new life begins to sink in. This world, so full of light and serenity, feels almost too good to be true. In contrast to everything you’ve known, it’s a dream you never thought possible.
The night earlier at the Last Drop still lingers in your mind—the dance you shared, the way her eyes sparkled under the lights. It was more than a dance; The dance you shared. At first, it was just a moment of joy, fleeting and carefree in the midst of the chaos. But as your hands met, as you moved together, it was as though time stopped. The music faded, and it was just the two of you. The moment was everything, and nothing. And it was then that you realized—this was where it all started. This was when you fell for her, like it was the first time.
You glance at her, the silence between you only adding to the closeness of the moment. And then, as if on instinct, you ask quietly: "Do you ever wish you could stay in one moment?"
She doesn’t immediately answer. Instead, she tilts her head slightly, eyes searching yours before she leans her head gently on your shoulder, her soft breath against your skin. The action is simple, yet it feels like everything in that moment. The world slows, and it’s as if the two of you exist outside of it.
She speaks softly, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Sometimes, taking a leap forward means leaving a few things behind."
Her words hang in the air, heavy with meaning. She stays close, her fingers brushing lightly against yours as she settles more comfortably against your shoulder.