My muse died a long time ago, and while looking through my muse’s belongings your muse finds a note with their name written on it. Send “✉” for what it says
Working under the assumption that Caitlyn did not see her death coming.
(The envelope is unsealed and yellowed from age. It is tucked away in a desk drawer with an assortment of miscellaneous trinkets, apparently forgotten. Despite its neglected state, both the envelope and its contents are battered, the edges creased and worried--the signs of too many times that the paper has been removed, looked over, and subsequently replaced. Inside, the handwriting is neat, but a familiar eye would be able to see a slight tremble to some of the letters, and any eye at all can see that entire sections have been crossed out in clear frustration.)
ViktorVik,Dear VMy dear frieDoctor AlkaevFor heaven’s sake, you damned idiot, just tell me you’re aliveViktor,
First of all, congratulations on your gradu I’m worried about I’m sorry. It’s my fault that I should have kept a closer eye on I can’t I know it must sound trite, but I can’t imagine what you’re going through. If there’s anything I can do to help you, all you need do is ask. Please. Please.
I know that Piltover has barely been kinder to you than Zaun, even of late, but if you would find it preferable to be here than there, please do. you can. I’m living on my own now; there’s more room than one would think, and I miss you I need you’re always welcome. Please know that, even if you choose not to come.
Given the circumstances, I would understand if you hated me never wanted to speak to me again, but please, at least let me know you haven’t k I don’t need to hold a funeral you’re still alive. If you can forgive m I can’t pretend t I’m sorry
(The note cuts off, nearly half the page left blank but for a scattering of smudged water stains.)