There are moments in life that cling to us, moments so visceral and raw that they carve themselves into the deepest recesses of our memory.
They are not always moments of joy—sometimes they are moments of profound pain, of longing, of a glimpse into something beautiful that we know we can never hold onto.
Ekko, from Arcane, knows this pain. His eyes, heavy with sadness, reflect a man who had heaven in his hands and chose to let it slip away. Powder, too, caught a fleeting glimpse of something pure, something whole, only to watch it dissolve into the chaos of their fractured world.
This is the story of those glimpses—the brief, blinding flashes of heaven that leave us forever changed, forever yearning.
And it begs the question: what happens to those who never get that glimpse? Those who sit in the quiet corners of existence, aching for something they cannot name, some rewriting their stories, others ending them before they’ve truly begun.
The Luxury of Loss
There is a strange luxury in loss, in knowing that you’ve tasted something divine, even if it was fleeting. To preserve every detail of that moment in your memory, to etch it so deeply that it becomes a part of you, is both a blessing and a curse.
It’s the best of curses, really—to know that you’ll never get it back, to carry the weight of that absence like a badge of honor.
But isn’t it also a blessing for things to never happen at all?
For the moments that were never meant to be,
that never had the chance to wound us so deeply?
Perhaps……
Yet the human heart is a stubborn thing
It yearns, it aches, it fantasizes
Love, Hate and the spaces between.
What is hatred, then?
Is it like ice and fire?
Or is it a shadow that grows in the places where love once stood?
What is the common ground between friend and enemy?
Is it the shared pain???
Or the addiction to it?
the way our minds wander, replaying what could have been…
killing us in every moment.
To be continued
