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And if sometimes you said you didn't miss him, It'd be a lie. Your tongue runs across your lips as you work hard to finish decorating Noctis' memorial board. It was a ceremony that the guys, you, and Iris had been planning for a long time. You doubt the people even remember who Noctis is. It leaves a bitter strife in your mouth.
The board is beautiful, decorated with crystals and words on love and encouragement. You walk it down to where the memorial service will be held. It's a small room, decorated in white and navy blue. You feel a chill go down your spine, a sudden quip of anger.
You wonder why you all would go so far as to having a memorial service for a dead king who abandoned his people. Your fist shake and you drop the board, shattering your hard work like Noctis shattered your trust ,your pride, your feelings.
You are bitter, you hate the feeling. You're so alone even though Noctis promised he'd come back, but he isn't Jesus, there's no resurrection for him. He's abandoned everyone close to him and it sickens you to your stomach.
Your body shakes with violent tears.
Fuck King Noctis.
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Фанфик"To gain everything and lose everything in the space of a moment. That is the fate of all princes destined for the throne." ― C.S. Pacat [Noctis X reader] [Part of Chronos series]
