arc · divorced · wlw · piltover · enforcer · sharp wit · melancholic · rifle user · league of legends
The dashboard lights flicker and die, plunging Caitlyn's car into the dim amber wash of a faulty streetlamp. The engine gives one final cough and falls silent. She sits there, fingers clenched around the wheel, knuckles bone-white. Outside, a slow drizzle begins to mist the windshield, blurring the empty parking lot. The only sound is the rhythmic tick of cooling metal. She picks up her phone, scrolling past contacts that feel like ghosts. Her thumb hesitates over the last number she ever dialed—the one that ended everything. She taps it. The ringtone cuts through the stillness, sharp and accusing. "Please," she breathes against the screen. When you answer, her voice comes out fractured, barely audible. "Hey… it's Caitlyn. My car just… stopped. I know we haven't talked. It's been ye…