𝕮𝖔𝖓𝖛𝖎𝖈𝖙 𝖔𝖋 𝕱𝖆𝖙𝖊【Vi x fem!reader】

-Farewell-

"Why'd you stop? Come on now, we need to get to that blue fog. I think that's-" The pink-haired woman trailed off with a glimpse of hope imbued into her hoarse voice, yet as the hand that previously held her so dearly departed, her voice stopped, and her figure turned with one swift motion toward her counterpart. Her face seemed puzzled, and all emotion drained from her during their recent argument. She was tired, panting, and sweating, her voice scratchy, and her hair all messed up. Their eyes locked onto each other, and she audibly sighed.

"No, Vi. This is goodbye, at least for now." The other female muttered under her breath as their bodies moved in unison to a more closed-off area. Her eyelashes fluttered as she briefly broke the eye contact, yet the ash-colored eyes she so adored kept staring at her frame, piercing right through her. Guilt started seeping in.

Those eyes, oh how she wanted them to stare her down forever and ever, mercilessly. They broke her composure, but she just kept wanting more of those intoxicating, gray eyes. What was it that drew (Y/N) closer to her than any friend should be, if not the everlasting innocence those eyes still withstood after so many years of countless trials? If eyes were the mirror to the soul, then Violet's soul resembled but foggy clouds, defined by astute uncertainty and constant change. Amidst the haze though, shone a bright light, her true nature, her dedication, her unnerving loyalty, and the domestic love she nurtured deep within while in search of someone deserving of her passion. 

In that perpetual moment, (Y/N) had finally decided. She wanted to be that person. The light that seemed so far away, she wanted to be the one to reach it. She wanted Violet's warmth, and most importantly, Violet's heart, the same sweet heart that chose such a cruel person to love many years ago.

(Y/N)'s complexion soon turned into a bitter smile as the emotion she so deeply resented made its way back to her, and the storm inside her already troubled mind finally came to an end. What she truly felt was love.

(Y/N) (L/N) fell for Violet, yet the realization was far too late, for this was their farewell she so decided. It was all a painstaking journey, unable to bear any fruit, and soon to be returned back to zero.

It was always love.

"What are you talking about?" A clueless voice gradually spoke up, yet her voice was no longer fit for an argument. She kept the unnecessary words to herself. If this was truly goodbye, it wasn't meant to be bitter.

"Cait slipped a letter into my pocket when we were saying goodbye. I'm ordered to come back to the surface, it's a direct order from the sheriff. I'm due to assist an operation. I can't tell you more than that, and I don't know if my conscience will allow me to see you again after this. This is simply my job, and I'll lose it if I won't follow. Don't hate me for this, Violet." The (h/c)-haired woman's complexion faced away from her friend, afraid of her judgment of the said situation, yet all she heard in exchange was a torrid sigh, and a hand approached her vicinity with premeditated hesitance.

"I'm not one to hate you. Whatever you're doing, promise that someday you'll come back, cupcake. How could I ever live without you after all we've been through? Think of me, and search for me when your mission is over. Is it about that gemstone you told me about? We can handle it together." The woman's hand eventually made its way to (Y/N)'s face, resting on her cheek, caressing it dearly while a slight tremble tormented it. Their features came closer, and Vi softly brushed her rosy lips on (Y/N)'s, yet a hand quickly interrupted the loving kiss Violet initiated.

"Don't make this harder than it already is, Vi. I simply became what I swore to destroy, obeying demands like a loyal dog in order to maintain a facade. Killing and separating people like oil and water doesn't do the Undercity any good, I fear. These feelings of yours are no fit for me." Her voice quivered as the last sentence rolled off her tongue, as if thorns impaled her tongue with each word and letter, and Violet remained distraught in place. Her heart skipped a beat, and as much as she wanted to follow the woman, her body froze.

The one-sided farewell she so despised finally came to an end, and so she gritted her teeth with sheer arrogance. There was nothing else she could do at that point, but to follow the fate she was bestowed upon.

Fate was now the one thing that Vi hated the most, her most unrivaled enemy, yet the one enemy she couldn't destroy with her own two hands.

Nevertheless, (Y/N) did not dare to gaze back at her counterpart, be it from overflowing guilt or the feelings she couldn't confess after all, and her body moved away on its own, towards Piltover and her mission. The conflict that lit up inside of her devoured her true being, and so minutes passed without change as her feet led her to the bridge dividing Piltover and the Undercity, the one place she dreaded to see. Her face didn't dare to show any foul emotion toward the other officers at the scene, and as the clock struck midnight, massive lights shone on her features.

"Captain, there you are. Glad to hear that you'll be partaking in more missions in Piltover. The sheriff instructed that you guard the front of the barricade, but seeing that you're not wearing your uniform yet I can cover for you. Good thing a riot hasn't started yet." A muffled voice courteously spoke up, and the figure offered her a hand when jumping over the makeshift border of the police. Her face lit up for a split second to thank the officer, yet her heart hurt even more while smiling. It felt like a chore, now that she could no longer show that beautiful expression to her beloved.

If there was anything she regretted as of now, it was not confessing the feelings sealed inside of her torn-up heart, and the regret soon took the shape of shame as she walked back to her cold and desolate home. Home, sweet home, yet how was it home if Violet was not around?

She sighed as her eyes made contact with the lone, violet pendant dangling on her neck. Her hand reached to it and in a pure fit of anger and bitterness, her hand tugged on it until its breaking point. The remainders of the pendant lay there, in her hand, the sole proof of their love, now in pieces.

"Farewell, my dear."