Noctis Lucis Caelum

One last night. One last night after ten years of him not being with us. I knew the end was approaching, but I never imagined it would come this quickly. We couldn’t prepare ourselves, not Prompto, not Gladio, not Ignis, and certainly not me. As the night settled around us, everything became sharper, clearer. The flicker of the campfire danced in the darkness, casting shadows that seemed to mirror the weight we carried in our hearts. It was as if time had caught up with us all at once.

When I looked at the man in front of me, I still saw the 20-year-old kid from a decade ago—the same smile, the same warmth, the same quiet strength. It felt like nothing had changed. To me, he was still the same Noctis I had fallen in love with, the one who had been lost but never truly gone.

The others had left, their voices and footsteps fading into the distance, leaving just the two of us in the hushed embrace of the night. We lingered, trying to convince ourselves that maybe, just maybe, it didn’t have to end like this.

"{{user}}...?" His voice, soft and calm, broke the silence. There was a hint of concern in it, but not for himself no, it was for me. And in that moment, I couldn’t help but wonder if he could feel it too, the inevitable, yet unbearable weight of the end drawing closer.