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Vi is still getting used to the feeling that you’re actually gone now. I see it in how her eyes search each crowd we enter, how she spaces out everytime we’re alone. I recognised the emptiness she looked to be carrying from when I met her after she got out of Stillwater - but now it’s different. A less tense, scared emptiness. An emptiness she’s slowly starting to accept as being real.
Caitlyn’s been suffering in her own ways as well. A space is always open on one of her sides, though Vi sticks to her promise and keeps her company, at least a little. I wonder whether she and Jayce had a relationship similar to you and Vi. I wonder what would have happened if we were all treated like equals. No point in wondering now, though. What’s done is done right?
You won’t know either of them but Jayce and Heimerdinger haven’t reappeared in Piltover yet. At least, not from what I know. It feels strange - I barely knew them but I feel responsible, at least a little bit, for what happened to them.
I meet up with Vi from time to time now, and though we barely talk whenever we do she speaks about you. We speak about you. I heard about the kid you took care of. Isha right? I hope she left you with a little bit of peace in the end. The way Vi described her, the look, the way she acted, I was reminded of you. Maybe, how I feel about Jayce and Heimer is similar to how you and Isha were.
I still remember the moment I found her after the fight, curled into such a tight ball I thought she was trying to swallow herself whole, screaming so painfully. And when she told me you were dead. And that I didn’t believe a word of it. Because I know you - and while Vi has been living without you long enough to accept you’re gone I just can’t. Maybe I’m just being stupid, that’s what you’d tell me isn’t it?
I don’t know whether you want to know about me, but I have a hand to write this letter for a reason and I might as well, huh? It does feel strange now. Do you remember us before the big fight? How we traced the curves of each other’s skin with paint and left a mark on one another that would never leave? I can still feel the reverberation of each other’s laughter, and the sadness which resided in your eyes. That time with you felt the closest I’d ever been with another human being. Thank you, for that.
You don’t know them either, but I met someone a while ago. They told me, ‘taking a leap forward means leaving a few things behind.’ But when it comes to you, I don’t want you to be the thing I leave behind. I’ve taken so many leaps in life and it’s all boiling down to one thing - and I promise I’ll get it. Every step I take is spent searching for choppy, blue hair, and every glance is used to find those vibrant, bright blue eyes which I, not to sound sappy, fell in love with.
As I write this, I sit on the ledge overlooking Zaun, the one where me and a different version of yourself had once sat. I sound crazy, don’t I? I don’t mind though. So as this letter is burnt into the evening air I hope you somehow find a way to read it. Through the trickling of ash into the soft soil, or the fumes of smoke floating through the sky - I’ll be waiting. I’ll be watching you. I hope you find a way to come visit sometime. Think of us once in a while, won’t you?
-Ekko