He turned in the embrace and slid his arms around Ignis, sobbing instead against his shoulder because the news was crushing and debilitating all at once. It was like his entire world had come full stop.

A week. Prompto had been missing Noct and wishing for him, that hole widening in his heart and it had only been a week.

The thought made him cry out and he brought one arm up along Ignis' back to rub at his eyes.

"I can't-" He swallowed.

What was he supposed to do for the rest of his life without Noctis? What was he supposed to do? Noctis was, to him, everything and he'd just pictured their time together to be longer than five years, the only good five years of his life honestly.

When the good was taken from him, what would be left?