Wait. That was the hardest part of this. Noct was gone. His best friend had been sucked into that… that crystal thing and all that was left of him were memories and pictures. 

And here Prompto was, sitting in front of a small stack of boxes and cement set up in a makeshift memorial. It looked more like a small altar than anything, with four boxes stacked two high on either side of a block of cement. The whole thing was against the back of the garage at Hammerhead. Nobody was fully certain who had started the small memorial, but Prompto had his theories.

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A small snippet from Mourning Light; the piece I wrote for @promptochocobozine!!!