Piltover's Cupcakes

A Broken Promise

A Broken Promise

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Summary: Vi was known to always keep her promises. But that one time Caitlyn wanted her to stay true to her word more than ever, she broke her most important promise, leaving behind a ring, some memories and a broken heart.

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Her eyes snapped open. She only faced the dark ceiling of her bedroom. She blinked a few times, trying to adjust to the dark environment of her room. She blindly searched for her alarm clock. It showed at 05:00 a.m. Once again...

She rubbed her eyes and stared at the ceiling again. She was sure she wasn't going to sleep again. She hadn't managed to for quite a long time.

The woman rolled out of her bed, grabbing her robe from a nearby chair. She wore a pair of slippers that was under her bed and made her way to the living room of her apartment.

As of a habit, she stood by the French door, staring straight down to the City of Progress, Piltover. The view was stunning for anyone who wasn't used to it like Caitlyn. Well, anyone would if they did it everyday for 30 years.

The sun hadn't risen yet. It was still dark outside. There were only lights in the streets and a couple of vehicles. Nothing else. Across the city, no one was awake, except Caitlyn and those who had an early shift. It made the sheriff feel even more lonely than she did, even though she didn't particularly ask for company. She was overwhelmed by memories that she didn't want to remember, memories she wanted to bury forever and let them cease to exist.

She finally decided she had wasted enough time pointlessly staring outside and she made her way to her kitchen to prepare some tea for herself.

As she was preparing her tea, she tried not to think of the dream - more like a nightmare - that had woken her up. It wasn't easy, especially because it was repeating itself every single night. She would wake up screaming and panting and when she would realize it was just a dream, she just cried. Throughout the years she had managed to handle those dreams but she still couldn't stop them entirely. It seemed like her brain hated her and this was her punishment.

After she was done preparing her tea, she took her cup and sat down on the old couch she owned. As she took several sips from the hot liquid, she tried not to think. Thinking about the past made her weak and she couldn't be weak for the sake of Piltover.

Yes, after all these years Caitlyn was still the Sheriff of Piltover. Even though some people had started doubting her skills due to her age - she wasn't that young anymore, her 60th birthday was only a few years away - all Councilors that had been in office through the years didn't dare remove Caitlyn from her position in the Wardens. Her work and her popularity among the citizens on both sides protected her against anyone who considered her a thorn to their sides and their careers. Caitlyn thought that this was well; they needed to fear someone, they needed to fear the law.

Caitlyn sighed. She had so many responsibilities but she knew dealing with them was the only way not to think about the past... But today for some odd reason, she couldn't focus on the day's tasks. Instead, her mind always drifted to memories. Painful ones.

She brought the cup on her lips again and her eyes landed on the ring she was wearing on her right hand. She blinked. Don't think Caitlyn, don't remember.

But how could she not remember when this ring was the reminder of the happiest and at the same time the saddest day of her life. She couldn't stop this rapid invasion of memories in her mind. She closed her eyes...

Caitlyn was awakened by the snuffling noise of something moving around her apartment. She rolled on her bed, searching for the warmth of her lover but she was unpleasantly surprised not to find her there. Vi never woke up so early.