w н e ɴ d α w ɴ в r e α ĸ ѕ
He can do it. He's done it before.
But when he reaches inside himself to find the reserve of stamina
that's kept him going all this time, it isn't there anymore.
In its place, he finds something hollow, and hurting, and small.
I loved you then, exactly as you used to be.
I love you now, exactly as you've grown to be.
Dunno if you ever figured it out,
but I'd follow you to the end of the world, y'know?
“Nothing lives forever,” says Shinzou, exhaling alongside
the breath in Prompto’s lungs. “It’s too much work.”
Prompto nods. And he clings to the boy’s hand just a bit tighter,
feeling the tingle spread through his veins like a binding agent.
Like liquid stars.
He says, “Eternity is for cowards anyway.”
Jack’s smile wavered, like he was holding back a laugh.
There were joyous tears in his eyes when he opened them.
“You’re the wind,” he said.
“That wind. All the time I spent talking to it…I was talking to you.”
It’s stardust and sunlight, warp strikes and crystalline blue,
electric and striking — it's every yes he could ever give,
spoken through the way his fingertips part through Noct’s hair like a crown,
echoed in the way he pulls him flush against him,
unable to contain his smile against his lips at how well they fit.
This shadow will pass, but what if I don't want it to?
They say you have to move on. You have to live, to find a way to keep living. Feel pain, anger, sadness; grieve however you need to, but continue your path forward in life. Remember your loss, carry it, but find reasons to smile and live with it.
I don’t want to move on. I want to stay stuck.
I want to stay here, no matter how miserable it makes me, because
it’s the last place I’ve ever been close to them. I don’t want to feel
better, I don’t want to ever be appeased, I don’t want to be good. I
want to stay with them, I want to be as close as possible, I want the impossible. There's nothing I can do, but feel the true meaning of helplessness.
I want to ache forever.
Because that hurt is my care and
affection, it’s the new shape of my love. I never want to forget, I
never want to feel less. I love them with all my soul, and never intend
for them to take less room in my heart or my mind. Take all the room,
take it all. I’d rather they
ruin me, I’d rather ruin myself than move on. Not a single cell in my body wants to move forward, and keep being where they’re not.
Now I have to remember you for longer than I've known you.
I had this dream. It was terribly dry, even people's hearts.
In a world like that...I kept asking myself...why people would go on living ?
