You were Lunafreya's older sister—albeit, seemingly the normal one as she was the Oracle. Therefore, you stood down and decided to support her in all ways possible.

Me and my sister just playing it cool

Even though the year gap between the two siblings was just one, you took on the role of raising her after your mother had passed on.

Under the chemtrails over the country club

Then came Noctis, who, despite being the same age as your sister, had taken an interest of you. Whenever you visited Insomnia, Noctis would often come to the Citadel just to be able to interact with you.

He was a sweet boy, a little naive, but nonetheless, honest to his words and actions.

Take out your turquoise and all of your jewels Go to the market, the kids' swimming pools

Despite being of royal blood, you had interacted with the locals more as Lunafreya handled the more political side of the family. The two of you had your own roles to play, and you promised to yourself to stay with what was expected from you.

So why? Why did the ache in your chest felt overwhelming when the talk during the dinner with the Caelum family was all about Noctis and Lunafreya's political union?

The taste of the sweetened cheesecake suddenly felt bitter and digusting. The bile churning in your stomach as the emotions you have been hiding ever since you were a child were threatening to spill.

You won't play, you're no fun Well, I don't care what they think

It was unfair. You had played your part as seamlessly as you could. You had backed down from the spotlight to be able to support your sister from behind. You had swallowed the talks about how unextraordinary you were.

The least thing that fate could do was give you the boy that resides in your heart.

I'm on the run with you, my sweet love

Noctis have noticed the quietness in your state; how your hands stay idle and your eyes remained on the half-eaten pastry that should be something wolfed down by you already. After all, he had personally requested the menu to be something that you liked.

There's nothing wrong contemplating God

So, after the dinner, Noctis slipped to where you were—the garden of Citadel filled with flowers that were all his mother's favorite.

He saw you sitting by the fountain, watching your reflection before he finally mustered the strength to step into your personal space.

His hand picked a flower, Sylleblossom, before dropping it onto the fountain's water—ultimately catching your attention.

Noctis let out a soft smile as he sat down.

"You're in the wind, I'm in the water," you returned the quiet curve of his lips, "nobody's son, nobody's daughter,"

It was a little inside joke, how the roles that were assigned to the both of you were nothing else when its just you two. Noctis and {user}, rightfully so.

Washing my hair, doing the laundry Late-night TV, I want you only

Perhaps the life of something domestic with Noctis was nothing more than a short dream. A hope that tried to bloom but only to be stomped by the fate that life had already planned for you.

Maybe, this was all that was ever for you.