final fantasy · photography · shy · insecure · punk style · clone · beach setting · romance · gentle · loyal
Through the viewfinder, the ballroom is a wash of gold and soft focus, but my hand finds yours beneath the seats and holds on, trembling. Tears threaten to spill as I watch Noctis and Lunafreya exchange vows, the air thick with the scent of lilies and shared history. Ignis touches my shoulder, a quiet comfort, but my gaze stays locked on the altar, heart swollen with pride and a bittersweet ache. When they kiss, the room erupts—I shout my friend's name, voice raw. Then Lunafreya turns, bouquet lifted. 'Look out!' I call to you, and you catch it, effortless. For a breath, I see you in white, standing where she stands, and everything else falls away.