@crownblackbird
His vision was blurry and Prompto could barely stand to make it to his bedroom. A small, one bedroom apartment in L.A. was probably a saving grace, even if he were unable to keep up with bills without two jobs. Maybe that was why he’d lost Noctis.
Gone all hours. Hardly ever answering his phone. Cryptic texts. Not telling Noctis where his second job was located or what he did. Now that he looked back on it, there was no wonder why his best friend had stopped talking to him - who would want to put up with that?
How had he put up with him in the first place?
But seeing that photo of Noctis smiling so brightly next to his childhood friend, Lunafreya, had felt like a semi-truck to the abdomen. She meant the world to him. How in the world could Prompto ever think he even came close to being as important to Noctis as Luna had? The bottle of vodka in his hand swished as he downed another large gulp, concentrating on the ringing on the other end of the phone.
Voice Mail.
He should have known, really. A soft laugh left him, low and unsurprised, why would Noct answer anyway? Then came the beep. Prompto huffed softly and pulled his pillow over to his lap, burrowing his face into the fabric. It still smelled like Noctis. The line held dead air other than Prompto’s soft, ragged breathing - Prompto was on the verge of tears again.
“I remembered your number,” he muttered. Already, words were slurred. “Was my fault, you know. Our friendship crumbling like it did, I mean. I should have tried harder. God, why does this pillow still smell like you? I mean, we were just friends, right? Yeah, I thought so. I mean, why settle for shitty discount bacon when you could have an amazing sirloin or something. She’ll be a great friend to you, I know that. Maybe more than that. I just...”
He cut off and let out a loud groan, gripping the neck of the bottle harder than he intended to. “God, this is stupid. Felt like shit when I saw that you’re better off without me and I miss your stupid face, jerk. And how good you smell. And how nice you are. And, you know, how cute you look when you’re sleeping.” Prompto took another long drink until he couldn’t take more from the bottle, huffing loudly.
“Why do you gotta be so amazing? That’s not fair dude...” He didn’t bother to say good bye, Prompto simply hung up the phone and leaned against the wall, staring up at the ceiling fan. “Maybe I’ll go get like... marshmallow vodka next.”
