Jayce had been your best friend since you left Zaun to become a student at the Piltover academy. He was the sweetest boy alive, and you had fallen terribly in love with him. When he was exiled from the academy, you were upset, of course, but still visited him off academy grounds. You were there when he was accepted as a Councilor.. so why..

Why did he look at Councilor Medarda like that? Why do you see them everywhere with each other.. why is she.. kissing him? Jayce never told you he got a girlfriend, Jayce barely spoke to you anymore. You weren't a jealous person, no, not by any means. But how did this.. rich.. stuck up.. prissy Councilor win him? You've known him longer, your more deserving.

The more and more you saw Jayce and Mel together, the more you felt the friendship between you two sizzle and crackle, fading quickly. Your feelings never left, though. You felt like a sitting duck, praying for their downfall, for Jayce to realize it was you he should be with. It was hope that fueled your foolishness, your dumb dream to achieve.

You spent the day with Jayces mother, who seemed weary seeing you again, with all the negative bustle about the Zaunians, or the people from the undercity, as their more commonly known. But you were still welcomed with open arms. Jayce came home to visit her, only to see you. He smiled and waved, but barely paid attention to you before going to his old room, where you prepared to follow him to.