The kiss was desperate. More than ever before Katarina simply wanted to hang on and not let him leave the next morning. She was never the superstitious type but she couldn't get rid of the lump that had formed in her throat and the nauseous feeling in her stomach.

She could feel her eyes burning and wished that he would not notice the tear that slipped out of her right eye. He did however as it fell on his cheek. He stopped the kiss and pushed her slightly away.

'Katarina, are you crying?' he whispered, he didn't say it as if he was surprised, it was more like he knew why. He looked sad and worried.

KAtarina humphed, 'like I'd ever cry. My eyes are simply tired.' she muttered, but his slight smile told her he knew the truth as always.

'that's right, my Kat would never show weakness like crying.' Even though Katarina would usually get annoyed if people even came as close as to mentioning her being weak, she simply smiled a sad smile.

'yeah.. you're right.' Was all she could say before she laid het head down on his shoulder and hugged him tightly. Every bit of this scene more intimate than anyone would've guessed the two would ever be. She closed her eyes, willing the bad feelings to the back of her mind.

Garen didn't say anything and simply returned her embrace. He knew something was up with Katarina but he didn't know what. Garen always had difficulty reading Katarina's down moments, her angry or even happy expressions he could read, her smirks, her grins and her frowns, he always knew what was going on, but never her sad looks. Never could he understand her downcast eyes.

'Garen..' she whispered into the dark, 'promise me something.' Her eyes still closed, her eyebrows still set in a frown.

He grunted in reply. He'd promise her the world if he could. But instead he heard something he didn't really expect. He knew she must have some feelings for him but he never questioned how deep those went and she never questioned his loyalty to her that somehow along the way ended up above his own City state.

Demacia would mourn if they knew that a single woman had overthrown their position in their own Vanguard's Commander's heart. They would never find out though, they both made sure of that as their encounters were few and far between. it would take him some time to return after this one due to a mission he was about to leave for.

'please..' Katarina never begged, she only demanded, ' please, don't die tomorrow.' If her hold on him could become any stronger, it just did.

A/N hi to all who just read this little doodle! it may not make a lot of sense and that's because i got inspired by another great fanfiction called 'Prism' i highly recommenc reading that as what i wrote here portrayes a little scene that wasnt mentioned in the story. i won't spoil and hopefully after you read the other story this makes more sense :3

coming up: lulu x veigar :)

edit: fixed a little mistake on pov (why didn't no one tell me D':)