Sometimes it would be further than others. Sometimes his hand would almost make it to her, so near that he could feel the heat radiating from her.
But it was never enough. She would always slip through his grasp at the last moment. He could never touch her, no matter how hard he tried, how quickly he moved.
And it haunted him. Followed him about during every single waking hour and every moment he was asleep. He could always see her, looming there, just beyond the space which he was capable of reaching.
This night was no different, the sound of rain pouring down on the tent matching the pounding of his heart as he woke with a start, crying out in pain as the memory faded.
She wasn't there. Of course she wasn't. But there was a shock of blond hair to his left and he reached desperately for Prompto, for the other love he had found along the way. Not a replacement, not something that would ever fill that deep pit, but something whole and beautiful to sit within the rest of his heart and warm it.
Even as he settled back down he rolled in towards Prompto's heat, wrapped his arms around his center and buried his face in the nape of his neck.]
☆ For Prompto
Sometimes it would be further than others. Sometimes his hand would almost make it to her, so near that he could feel the heat radiating from her.
But it was never enough. She would always slip through his grasp at the last moment. He could never touch her, no matter how hard he tried, how quickly he moved.
And it haunted him. Followed him about during every single waking hour and every moment he was asleep. He could always see her, looming there, just beyond the space which he was capable of reaching.
This night was no different, the sound of rain pouring down on the tent matching the pounding of his heart as he woke with a start, crying out in pain as the memory faded.
She wasn't there. Of course she wasn't. But there was a shock of blond hair to his left and he reached desperately for Prompto, for the other love he had found along the way. Not a replacement, not something that would ever fill that deep pit, but something whole and beautiful to sit within the rest of his heart and warm it.
Even as he settled back down he rolled in towards Prompto's heat, wrapped his arms around his center and buried his face in the nape of his neck.]