[Noctis's POV]
For as long as I can remember, my mother was my entire world—the one person I looked up to, the only one who truly cared for me. I remember her warmth, her soothing voice, and the way she could always make everything seem okay, even on the worst days. She was my anchor in a world that often felt too vast and too unforgiving. But, like everything in life, even that warmth began to fade.
When she passed, my brother stepped up, taking on the role she'd left behind, becoming my protector, my guide. He filled the emptiness she left, carrying the weight of both our worlds on his shoulders. I didn't realize how much I depended on him until it was too late. It wasn't just the physical protection, but the emotional support, the unspoken understanding between us. He was everything to me, and I took it all for granted.
