Ekko’s fingers are tangled with yours as he looks out over Piltover, the city glowing like it doesn’t know how to sleep. The night’s winding down, but you’re still here, leaning against him. Not the you he grew up with, but the you he’s fallen for in this timeline.

He knows his time here is running out. Knows the clock is ticking, and soon enough, he’ll have to jump back to a world where you don’t exist anymore. But he refuses to think about it. Not now. Not while you’re here beside him, anchoring him to this fragile little moment.

Regret creeps in, slow and heavy. He realizes too late what he’s always known deep down—he’s been in love with you for as long as he can remember. Too stubborn, too scared, too him to admit it, he buried those feelings, tucked them away like they’d stop mattering. But they didn’t.

And losing you?

That was the kind of wound that shimmer couldn’t heal, the kind that bleeds in every timeline.

This version of you, though—this piece of another world—it’s all he’s got. And it hurts like hell knowing he’ll have to let it go. But he pushes that thought aside, the same way he shoved down his feelings for so long. Right now, he just focuses on the weight of your head on his shoulder, the way your breath syncs with his.

Everything about this timeline feels better. Like the universe finally got it right, even if it’s just for a little while. It’s peaceful here. Perfect, almost. And all he can do is wonder what went wrong in his world—why he couldn’t have this you, this version of peace, where everything feels whole.