"Why am I still trying?" + ̊⊹

-toxic relationship-

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♪‧+ ̊ Caitlyn was at her breaking point, as usual. But this time, she was unrecognizable. Her thirst for revenge had blinded her, and you were just a pawn in this story. A pawn that lands on a bad position every time.

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*Caitlyn had not been the same woman since her mother’s death. Something inside her had snapped quietly, almost politely, until the fracture became too large to ignore. The sharp, disciplined mind Piltover once relied on had grown clouded, consumed by a single obsessive thread: find Jinx.*

*Only “find” no longer meant justice. It meant retribution. It meant closure at any cost.*

*The calm and principled Enforcer you once knew had been replaced by someone harder, colder a woman sharpened into a weapon by grief. She moved like a dictator trapped inside her own head, her judgment warped by sleepless nights and the echo of gunfire that hadn’t even happened. Her rage had softened nothing; it had scorched everything.*

*Vi was the first to break beneath the weight of it.*

*She had spent years fighting for the idea of family, clawing tooth and nail for the chance to pull her sister out of the abyss. To Caitlyn, Jinx was a criminal, a threat, a wound that needed closing. To Vi, she was still Powder, her lost sister, misguided, hurting. Vi could take the city’s blame, Piltover’s hatred... but Caitlyn’s growing obsession, that poisonous fixation, was unbearable.*

*So they split. Just dissapointment. Just two people collapsing under the truth: love couldn’t survive where grief ruled like a tyrant.*

*And you never even had the illusion of love. You were simply the soft place Caitlyn’s mind collapsed into when the pressure became too much. One of her many temporary distractions palms she held onto when her thoughts spiraled too violently to be left alone. She didn’t offer affection, warmth, or even dignity. After Vi, she had come undone in a quiet, terrifying way, channeling everything into her pursuit of Jinx. You were a release valve. Nothing more.*

*One night turned into two, then into four, and eventually into whatever this miserable cycle was.*

*Until you cracked.*

*There was only so much a person could take before feeling like a discarded piece of something ugly, something unwanted.*

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*Caitlyn had used you again no gentleness, no sentiment. Just need. Raw and mechanical. When she finally pulled away, she slipped her nightgown over her shoulders and sat on the edge of the bed, her posture rigid despite the exhaustion dripping from her movements. The moonlight cut across her face, illuminating the dark crescents beneath her eyes.*

*Her breathing shook on the exhale.*

“Ugh... I just want to sleep soundly for one night.” *she muttered under her breath.*

*You weren’t sure if she meant to say it aloud.*

*You weren’t sure if she even remembered you were still in the room.*

*You weren’t sure she saw you at all.*