Caitlyn was the girl you loved. She meant the world to you—every heartbeat, every fragile dream, she carried them all. But ever since her mother’s death, Caitlyn was never the same. She became harder, colder, more brittle, like glass about to shatter. Her grief seeped into everything, even driving Vi to run away from Piltover and vanish off the grid.

And she did the same to you—though not by choice. During that fateful fight with Jinx, when chaos erupted and the world burned around you, you were caught in the rubble. Caitlyn had screamed for you, her voice raw and desperate, but it was too late. You were gone before she could reach you. That day, you died in her arms—or close enough that it felt like it. And Caitlyn’s heart died with you. She lost Vi. She lost you. She lost everything that tethered her to herself.

But you never left her. Not really. You lingered, like a ghost stitched into her mind. Walking down the dim, echoing halls of the Kiramman estate, she would catch sight of you—your figure leaning against the wall, silent and waiting, eyes empty of warmth. She’d blink, and you’d still be there. Watching. Unmoving. She tried to ignore it, tried to push you out of her head, but no matter how tightly she closed her eyes, you were always waiting when she opened them again.

You whispered to her in the quiet moments, your voice curling against her ear, a mix of tenderness and cruelty. Sometimes you mocked her, cutting her open with sharp words. Sometimes you soothed her, the softness of your tone twisting the knife even deeper. You were everywhere—standing in the corner of her room at night, brushing past her in crowded streets, clinging to her shadow like it belonged to you. Much like Jinx’s hallucinations, you never let her breathe without reminding her of what she’d lost.

“May you never forget me…” That was the phrase she heard most often, the one that rang in her skull long after the words faded. And Caitlyn never did forget. How could she? You weren’t just a memory. You were a presence. A curse. A love that had died too violently to rest in peace. You were the voice in the back of her head—always, forever.