The leather cover of the journal closes softly under her callused fingertips. The evening sun streams through the window of her room in the warehouse, casting an amber glow over her few belongings.

It took me a few weeks to adjust and finally come to terms with what has happened. Cupcake has been with me every step of the way. Her patience amazes me every day.

She looks out the window to see the bustling life of the lowercity. It's more populated, more alive than the uppercity. There is less of a barrier now; the uppercitizens come down for the bars and the nightlife. The lowcitizens are given scholarships to attend school in the uppercity. It is an exchange, not perfect.

Change is coming slowly.

Apparently "I'm already dead, Cait, might as well have some fun" is not a good enough excuse to paint the entire treasury pink, of course Jinx had her fair share in the event. That's why the warehouse I live in is called 6V and Jinx. Little runt.

The warehouse around her settles, most of the residents are of the older generation. There are a few hushed exchanges of good evenings and good nights. It hadn't been a very eventful day, a boring patrol, helping a few ladies cross the street. It feels like any other night, but tonight; tonight was Vi's night.

I spend most of my time in the lowercity, much to her displeasure. I feel at ease here, knowing that I'm close to my warehouse family if something comes up. The crime rate has truly plummeted when the mayor finally agreed to allocate more patrols down here. He put me in charge of the lowercity patrols.

Outside the warehouse comes a slender figure, a cocktail dress hugging her body. The residents greet her as the come in and out the doors, everyone recognizes her, she is the sheriff after all.

It was Zac that saved my life. He's a cool guy. Simple, funny, and can hold his liquor. They told me they fished me out of the tar pit and shipped me to Zaun. According to them, they have the most experience when it comes to dealing with organisms being exposed to unknown toxin.

I couldn't agree more

A new champion joins the league, a body of slime.

I spent a full month suspended in a tank with him as he slowly worked at extracting whatever the hell the Shadow Isles put into me. He volunteered for the job

Me

A complete stranger

He risked his wellbeing in an attempt they weren't even sure was going to work. But he took the chance.

And I am grateful.

She gracefully walks through the renovated warehouse, the interior looking like a high end apartment complex, a sudden change from the rather humdrum exterior. It was a stark contrast to the time where she first met VI.

When I awoke, I thought everything was a dream. I had lost it; they wanted to put me into a mental institute. Of course, Caitlyn wouldn't allow it. My love.

She walks with a purpose, knowing exactly where her love is and what code to put into the door to get to her.

The second week was the worst. I woke up one morning, she had spent the night in my flat, but I couldn't remember a thing. I didn't remember who she was, all I knew what that she had found her way into my bed. I haven't been so scared in my life. I fell back into old habits, drew a knife that I hadn't touched in years. I almost killed her.

Again

Her painted fingers dance over the keypad, it chimes when the correct pin is entered. The door shuts behind her.

I hate how I can't remember things. She does her best to calm me when the anxiety hits, when I the last memory I has is digging myself out of that mine with my new gauntlets.

She strokes my hair, whispers that she's here for me. It helps.

But I can't stand it sometimes

The look in her eyes when I simply blank out and she becomes a stranger to me.

Both our hearts break.

The pink gem catches the light

She deserves so much better

Vi keeps her back turned to the door, her eyes fixated on the journal in front of her, back hunched over the parchment with scrawled words scratched into it. It lays open again, her eyes rereading what she has written. She hears the door open, but she knows who it is by the footsteps

And the smell of lavender that hangs in the air.

I sound so happy, so sad, so…not me. I don't remember any of the things in this journal; I don't even remember writing them. It feels like I'm reading a fairytale, the lore of some other person. But I take them for fact, I do remember Caitlyn telling me to write down the visions I have of my past.

I'm sad that I can't remember our wedding day

"At it again, love?" her voice is soft music, amused, with a hint of sadness. It is bittersweet.

I try to look on the bright side, as she always tells me. It gives me a chance to relive my life, to make the memories again from scratch. It won't be the same as the first time, but it's all the same

As long as I'm with her.

Wordlessly, Vi shuts the journal again and stands to greet Caitlyn, her hands going to smooth out the wrinkles of her suit. She smiles at the sight of her counterpart, she remembers her.

Oh Caitlyn

She doesn't reply but quickly walks over and hugs her, kissing her like she would disappear in a puff of smoke any moment. Their bodies mold perfectly.

I have learned to cherish everything; I can't tell what I'll forget.

Hands settle in the middle of the sheriff's back, teasingly sliding lower. She stands the same height as the enforcer due to high heels; they share a moment, simply staring into each other's eyes.

There is a saying that she once told me.

Vi drinks the sight of her tastefully done makeup in, red lips part to show her smile. She remembers feeling so happy with just a glimpse of her face; from a sideways glance at the station to peeling for her in team fights.

Cherish the past

Violet eyes trace a nasty scar and peeks out from under Caitlyn's dress. She purses her lips; she can't remember the story behind it. She wants to open her mouth to apologize.

Live in the present

A Hand strokes her cheek, a thumb pressing into the tattoo on her cheek. It brings her face up for a chaste kiss, one to comfort her, assure her that everything is alright.

'I'm safe with you' the kiss speaks. Vi's heart flutters. Pure bliss returns.

The cauldron is still

The clock chimes

A pink and a purple gem shimmer in the light.

"Shall we go, Sheriff Cupcake?" Arms hook around each other as they leave the warehouse, airy laughter, looking forward to a pleasant evening. They head for the shuttle that'll take them to the uppercity. There are hundreds of people awaiting their arrival at the Annual Piltover Police Ball, the arrival of the first open gay couple in Piltover. The spark to the fire.

They are ready to make new memories.

Hope for the future