Used to be one of the rotten ones and I liked you for that

You had been in Noctis' group ever since you were kids. The group was always in some trouble while Ignis tried to leash everyone to safety.

But this adventure was a lot different now. The position of being king was suddenly thrusted to Noctis in a manner where... he couldn't even grieve his father's death properly.

Now you're all gone, got your make-up on and you're not coming back

It was night time and everyone just gotten back to their respective tents. But you stayed behind, watching their retreating figures as you decide what happens to you.

With everything that has been happening, everyone in the party is slowly becoming agitated, worried, and depressed. Especially with Noctis—as he felt the weight of Lunafreya and his father's death—even when it wasn't his fault.

Can't you come back?

There were footsteps, soft rustles on the grass. You knew it was Noctis, but you didn't bother to acknowledge his presence for the moment. The emotions you had been bottling this whole time was threatening to spill.

The boy—no, man—sat next to you, as quietly as he could as he didn't bother to utter another word. He was also the same as you in terms of emotional availability. But Noctis often forgot how sensitive you actually were.

He waited patiently, because that was all Noctis could ever do right now. The night sky was littered with small specks of stars. The wind was cool. And there were soft crickets at the distance.