Voltron Hell

Alone In A Dark Room

He sat alone in the dark. The silence was thick and terrifying. He could barely breathe and his chest felt heavy. He didn't understand why he even tried to sleep. The person that he needed had left him, just like everyone else in his life. He would never be happy again, and he'd be forever alone. He had finally excepted it. No one really cared about him. He was stupid to think that he would be any different. 

He wasn't sure how it had happened. Everything was going great- they were on the couch, cuddling and watching a movie, a bowl of popcorn resting in front of them. Everything was fine. It was perfect. 

Until it wasn't. 

The movie had ended, and they were sitting on the couch still, Lance picking at his jacket sleeve, something he did when he was nervous. Maybe that was a lie, though. Keith didn't know what was the truth anymore. Everything Lance told him could have been a lie. 

Keith didn't remember when it had been said, but he knew it had been. Lance had gotten up, looking at Keith sadly, saying something Keith couldn't hear. The world seemed to spin as Lance walked away, the room seemed to get smaller and smaller. 

Was everything a lie? Was the love a lie? The notes? The flowers? The texts? 

Was everything just an act? Was nothing really real? Did nothing really matter? Was everything just a false reality that Keith had made up- something that Lance didn't want to be in in the first place?

Was there someone else? Someone better? It wouldn't be hard to find someone better than Keith, anyone would be better than him- everything had been taken away from him, he had so much doubt and trust issues- he thought that Lance would be different. 

He hoped that Lance would be different. 

He wished that Lance would be different. 

He felt sick, he couldn't move, as if his limbs were stuck together, or as if he were glued down, stuck in the same spot forever.

His hand lingered over where Lance once sat, his fingers curling around the blanket ever so slightly. 

Lance was really gone- he was really alone. 

Tears rolled down his face without him even noticing, what was he to do now? He couldn't just move on- he wouldn't be able to even if he tried. 

Everything in his life was about Lance- he was the reason Keith got up every morning, the reason why Keith was able to sleep. 

Sleep- something he hadn't done since the breakup. 

Even days after it happened, his heart still hammered in his chest, thumping in his ears as if he had just run a marathon. 

He hadn't left his apartment, let alone leave his bed unless he had to. He knew that Hunk came over every day, and made him eat, but those moments were always a blur, something that didn't matter because it wasn't Lance caring for him, it wasn't Lance sitting beside his bed and he spooned warm soup into his mouth or sipped ice-cold homemade lemonade. 

Lance was gone, and no matter how many times Keith had been told that he didn't believe it- he couldn't. 

He couldn't believe that Lance had really left him, that Lance was gone and wouldn't be coming back. He couldn't believe that Lance had really broken up with him.

He fell for someone prettier, some blonde girl that was a thousand times better than Keith, someone that was perfect, with no flaws, no emotional problems, no trama, no mental issues. 

Keith was a broken record, his life repeated the same moments: finding someone he cared and loved for, devoting his life to that person, then that person leaving him. 

Everyone he cared for left him, everyone he loved left him, everyone overall left him. 

Maybe if he loved himself, he'd leave too. 

Or maybe he didn't need to love himself for that. 

Maybe the amount of hate and sadness inside him, the amount of emotions he showed but hid, maybe it was enough to make him leave, make it so no one else could hurt him. 

Maybe he'd be better off that way, maybe he'd be better off away from the world, away from his so-called friends, away from the fakers and the liars. 

Maybe hed be better off dead.