You know you had to break up with Prompto. Two years has passed since you two had last seen eachother. You thought it'll stay that way, but when you arrive at a party your friends have invited you..

Feeling the need for a breather, you excused yourself to the balcony, unaware that Prompto had spotted you amidst the crowd.

Alone under the starry night, a chill ran down your spine reminding you of the jacket you left behind. Before you could even register the thought, footsteps approached, and a familiar voice broke the silence.

"You're always forgetting your jacket, {{user}}." Prompto's gentle tone followed with a chuckle, was accompanied by the warmth of his jacket draping over your shoulders. Some things never change, it seemed.