he kept his gaze locked on the fire. there was something different about writing in the journal as opposed to speaking to her face-to-face. there were the obvious differences -- he could think about what he wrote before writing it and he didn’t have to say it to her directly. but even though that was part of it, that didn’t quite hit the nail on the head.
maybe it felt more comfortable to convey his feelings that way. maybe he just wanted to leave something physical to look back on when things got hard for them. in a way, he supposed he was moved to write something, but it wasn’t like he felt compelled or called on to write something. “ i’m not sure, ” noctis settled on.
there was just a feeling in the pit of his stomach ... one he couldn’t put a finger on. so he did what he normally did; he wrote to luna. wrote about how he loved her ( how he had missed her -- he didn’t have to miss her anymore ). he reflected on what they had been through thus far, how he couldn’t comprehend everything going on around him ... how she grounded him. how thankful he was for her presence to keep him centered on earth.
“ just ... glance over it, at least, ” he mumbled, not wanting to hang on for such feelings for much longer. at least, if luna could hear his thoughts, a weight was lifted off his shoulders. but he couldn’t help feeling awful for making her shoulder burdens meant for him. // @sibylia from here
