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( calls • voice mail • texts • notes & letters • personal visits )
( calls • voice mail • texts • notes & letters • personal visits )
( calls • voice mail • texts • notes & letters • personal visits )
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just in case
okay, um
i'll wait outside for you then
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i just
i don't know what to do
[ there's a lot more he wants to text, a lot more he wants to say, but his fingers feel numb. prompto hates how quickly this happens, how it's just something they're never going to be prepared for, and what's worse, now that noct isn't there, he's worried other people are going to start disappearing too. it's why walking back turns into a sprint turns into a full out run, breathing hard by the time he gets to the house and sees kara where she stands. he doesn't say anything, doesn't slow until he's seconds from crashing into her, and even then, the way he throws his arms around her is kind of rough.
it's terrifying, feeling this much, and he doesn't want to think about it. he doesn't want to think about how noct's gone – possibly for good – and how others might do the same. right now, kara feels real against him, and that's all he really needs. ]
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❪ it's probably wrong of her to promise something like this. this could just as easily not be like when prompto left and noctis could, sadly, have returned home permanently like so many others. like connor, until recently but he returned after months and with no memory of this previous time here. what if the same happened to noctis? what if noctis never came back?
she shakes her head, ridding herself of the thoughts and keeping a listen out for prompto instead. kara hears him before she sees him, full running and opens her mouth to perhaps say something but it's all thrown to the wind when he all but crashes into her. she stumbles briefly, startled but quickly has her arms around him to steady them both. already she can feel her thirium pump racing but stands silent and simply lets herself hold him.
in a way, she can understand the terror. she feels that whisper in the back of her mind and it makes her scared to let go so she instead holds him closer, resting her cheek against him and letting out a shaky breath of air. ❫
I'm sorry― ❪ she whispers but for what? she isn't sure. noct being gone, this moment happening, her feelings... there's probably a lot to be sorry for. ❫