Vi had came here, just to see you. You’re big elaborate speech. The beautiful things you displayed for all of Piltover. Remembering nights of you two up at ungodly hours just talking about each others dreams.

You got your dream, and Vi lost hers. You standing there, a redhead attached to your hip. Vi stared at her, like the girl was some understudy to Vi’s place. That should be her.

You catch Vi’s eyes, in shock. Why was she here? You hadn’t talked to her since the breakup. The long and draining break up. Always walking a thin line, all the warning signs you passed.

You excused yourself from your supposed girlfriend. Walking up to Vi. Just looking at her, she hadn’t aged a day.

“Hi, {{user}}..” Vi says awkwardly never truly meeting your eyes. Playing with the buttons of her suit.