week 7; confess

[elemancy]

[it's that time again!

time for noct to avoid going back to his room and knock on milla's door... though he has a bit more of an agenda today. things he needs to do, people he needs to see.

the feeling of foreboding is too strong for him to ignore in every way.]

...Hey, it's me again.

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[thatsthespirit]

[it was difficult not to feel a sense of foreboding considering how the new week had started. the post office being set aflame, the Sheriff's melancholy demeanor, the knowledge that they were down to eight survivors from originally forty-two. everything was so quiet now, so quiet and still and dead that it was natural for Noctis to feel that sense of unease]

[but Milla? well. . . despite everything, she remains Milla. she feels that unease, but she combats it by holding her head high and maintaining that sense of hope and determination that she had yet to lose. even though it's clear now that the odds are stacked against them]

[Noctis's visit isn't a surprise; he had offered to keep her company last week, after all. so when she hears the knock, then his voice, she opens the door with little hesitation]

Good evening, Noctis.

[she greets with a nod as she steps aside to let him in]

Can I help you with something, or are you just visiting?