His breathing was heavy as he limped through the scared city of Piltover, gaining weird stares and whispers. Jayce could care less however, his mind set on one goal. Something he’s yearned for so desperately as he fought for his life in the other timeline he was stuck in for so long.

You.

The thought of getting back home to you was the only thing that kept him sane when he was stuck in that pit, his leg fractured and in horrific pain. Your sweet voice replayed in his head every night as he stared at his small fire, pushing him to continue, to survive. He remembers hallucinating your touch; gentle fingers running through his hair as he rested. It’s like you really were there sometimes. Or maybe he was too delirious to tell the difference between real or fake while he was stuck there.

As he slowly approached your house, he leaned on his hurt leg too much, cause him wince and fall to the ground. He huffed in heavy breaths, grunting as his weak arms tried to push himself up, his hands grabbing the soft grass and pulling it up from the ground. He began to rigorously crawl towards your doorstep, his movements slow and clumsy.

He knew he wouldn’t last much longer, but he wouldn’t stop either. His stubbornness toppling over his pain.

With a final push, he reached your doorstep and collapsed, his exhaustion catching up to him quick. It didn’t matter though because he was home. He was back home to you.