It's seemed inevitable for some time now, that something had to give. At first, he had been sure, so sure, that his feelings would sort themselves out in a matter of days, once he had all his memories back and he could have some time to reflect upon how he really felt. He was sure that between the two of them, they would find a way to reconcile, even if he didn't know what that would look like. After all, they always had been able to in the past. Even when he had broken her heart at the gala, and he had thought he had lost her, they were able to reconcile.
But this has created a schism between them unlike any that has ever come before, and what's worse, is the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes that it isn't his fault — not really. That doesn't make it any easier to bear, because he is still the one who betrayed her trust and love and fell for someone else, but no matter how he slices it, he didn't remember her. He couldn't have. That's how it goes when you're in stasis, and Alisaie had done just the same. She just...hadn't fallen in love with anyone else while she was home.
So the problem is still him, but it isn't his fault, and so he doesn't know how to fix it. He can't apologize, he can't take back what's been done, and he can't move forward knowing that Cindy is up there in stasis, and he promised he would come back to her after Insomnia was reclaimed and the sun rose again. Their relationship had been new and exciting, only a kiss to their name, and then Prompto wakes up here, remembering the intensity he shared with Alisaie, the love, the heat, the passion. He's never felt for anyone what he felt for her, but that was ten years ago, and while he loves her still, and he knows she needs an answer from him, how can he give it, unless he is absolutely, unequivocally decided?
So he puts it off. They go through the motions living their lives, side by side, but it isn't the same. It leaves him feeling hollow and empty, devoid of the spark of joy that he carries with him. But...still, this must be better, right? Better that they hang onto some semblance of peace and coexistence before the dam bursts?
But he's waited too long. Hesitated one too many times, avoided the elephant in the room, and now she's furious, her fists hitting the table as she shouts, and for a moment, all he can do is stare at her with quiet desperation as he sets his fork down on his plate.
He's asked for too much long. She can't wait any longer, but he still doesn't have an answer for her. ]
A-Alisaie, c'mon...can we do this...later? After dinner?
[ He has no room to ask for this, and he regrets it immediately. ]
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It's seemed inevitable for some time now, that something had to give. At first, he had been sure, so sure, that his feelings would sort themselves out in a matter of days, once he had all his memories back and he could have some time to reflect upon how he really felt. He was sure that between the two of them, they would find a way to reconcile, even if he didn't know what that would look like. After all, they always had been able to in the past. Even when he had broken her heart at the gala, and he had thought he had lost her, they were able to reconcile.
But this has created a schism between them unlike any that has ever come before, and what's worse, is the more he thinks about it, the more he realizes that it isn't his fault — not really. That doesn't make it any easier to bear, because he is still the one who betrayed her trust and love and fell for someone else, but no matter how he slices it, he didn't remember her. He couldn't have. That's how it goes when you're in stasis, and Alisaie had done just the same. She just...hadn't fallen in love with anyone else while she was home.
So the problem is still him, but it isn't his fault, and so he doesn't know how to fix it. He can't apologize, he can't take back what's been done, and he can't move forward knowing that Cindy is up there in stasis, and he promised he would come back to her after Insomnia was reclaimed and the sun rose again. Their relationship had been new and exciting, only a kiss to their name, and then Prompto wakes up here, remembering the intensity he shared with Alisaie, the love, the heat, the passion. He's never felt for anyone what he felt for her, but that was ten years ago, and while he loves her still, and he knows she needs an answer from him, how can he give it, unless he is absolutely, unequivocally decided?
So he puts it off. They go through the motions living their lives, side by side, but it isn't the same. It leaves him feeling hollow and empty, devoid of the spark of joy that he carries with him. But...still, this must be better, right? Better that they hang onto some semblance of peace and coexistence before the dam bursts?
But he's waited too long. Hesitated one too many times, avoided the elephant in the room, and now she's furious, her fists hitting the table as she shouts, and for a moment, all he can do is stare at her with quiet desperation as he sets his fork down on his plate.
He's asked for too much long. She can't wait any longer, but he still doesn't have an answer for her. ]
A-Alisaie, c'mon...can we do this...later? After dinner?
[ He has no room to ask for this, and he regrets it immediately. ]