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My Fan Fiction inspired by Jinx 💜💣💙 Part 1

Title : Echoes of the past

The moonlight spilled into the workshop, a kaleidoscope of colors dancing off shattered glass and strewn gears. Jinx sat cross-legged in the center of the chaos, her prized weapon disassembled in her lap. Hums of an old lullaby echoed in the corners of her mind, a melody she both craved and resented.

“Boom, boom, boom,” she whispered, striking a match to light the wick of a cherry-red stick of dynamite. She paused, staring into the tiny flame, the glow flickering in her wild blue eyes.

Out of nowhere, a faint sound broke her trance. A whistle. A tune she hadn't heard since... him. Ekko.

Jinx froze, the wick burning dangerously close to her fingers. "He wouldn't," she murmured to herself. But the whistle came again, closer now, tugging at her tangled memories like a stubborn thread unraveling a spool.

In the shadows of the shattered window, he emerged, older, stronger, but still carrying the weight of their shared past. Ekko stood, his hand resting on the hilt of a blade—half out of caution, half out of memory.

"You shouldn't be here, Little Man," Jinx said, her voice a blend of mischief and warning. She rose slowly, letting the dynamite roll off her hand and onto the table beside her. "Or did you miss me?"

"I came to talk, Powder," Ekko said, the name cutting through her like glass. "Not fight."

The air between them crackled with tension, a mix of unresolved grief and simmering rage. Their confrontation would mark the beginning of a night neither would forget—a test of whether the fragile bonds of their past could withstand the storm of their present.

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