❛ i just can’t seem to stop crying. ❜ lets discuss the last camp
whatever little resolve noctis had managed to gather in that strange, year-long interlude began to seep between his hands, as if it had always been beyond him. similarly, there's nothing that can contain her; like him, korin had always felt too much, to the point of redness and swelling. somehow, it warmed his heart. it disturbed his surface. a thing that's falling apart can't hope to build another crumbling thing, and yet, with the empty space his resolve left in his hands, noctis extends an arm to pull her for an embrace. “ yeah, me neither. ” the meek attempt at a laugh is betrayed by the dryness of his throat, and it leaves him as a sigh that hides in her hair.
he knows the past won't take him back. still, if he closed his eyes, he could see the fresh, young face of hers amidst all the mishaps they involved themselves in, the search of places where one sunbathed and slept, and it all worked to intensify his want to live. if he did, it wouldn't be the same. there was no sun to lay under anymore, and noctis owed her as much. something that warmed her like she did to him. he thinks he can finally pull back when his smile doesn't tremble so often. “ hey, the guys are gonna kick my ass if they see you like this, ” swiping a thumb across her cheek, he sighs a chuckle through his nose, a true attempt at liveliness. because he is still alive. “ and this isn't how i want to remember you. ”
