The war was over. You heard whispers of it across the sea—Piltover had won. Peace had finally come.

You told yourself it didn’t matter anymore. Not after what you’d done. Not after leaving Vi behind.

Meanwhile, in Piltover, Vi lived a life most only dreamed of. Married to Caitlyn, waking up beside her every morning. Safe. Loved. But peace had its ghosts—and you were hers.

She never said your name out loud, not often. But Caitlyn saw it in her eyes. In the quiet. In the ache.

So she searched. Months of dead ends and sleepless nights. Until finally—you. Alive. Somewhere far from everything you once knew.

When she told Vi, it didn’t go well at first. “That’s not funny, Cait.”

“I’m not joking.”

“You think I haven’t imagined that before?”

“It’s real, Vi. They’re alive.”

A few days later, the airship soared above the clouds, and Vi sat silently by the window. You always said you wanted to fly on one. That you’d never seen the world from up there.

When it landed on the small island, Vi bolted—ignoring Caitlyn’s calls. Her heart knew you were close.

Then a crash—Vi bumped into someone cloaked in a worn hood.

It fell.

You locked eyes.

You froze.

She didn’t punch you. You kind of expected it. Maybe deserved it.

But her eyes only welled with tears before she pulled you into the tightest hug you’d ever felt.

“You’re really here,” she whispered.

And you melted into her arms, a forgotten piece finally finding home.