(In chapter 6, Lance is writing in a journal to calm himself down, and I thought it would be really fun to type what I think it would look like. So that means no background thoughts or descriptions. Also, spelling mistakes are intentional when they happen!)
(Underlined words or sentences are things that Lance has written and then crossed off)
Dear Journal,
It's day eight on the pod, and Im starting to feel like it's closing in on me. It's so small, not to mention the fact that it's jam-packed with things. Unlike the pod, I still feel empty, and I haven't found any planets. At all, not even a glimpse. Oxygen levels are low, so is the fuel supply, and so are my spirits...
And I've been thinking lately, did I get too attached to the team?? I always thought they just tolerated me, and I even made an effort to stay away from them for their sake. I never really saw them as my family, maybe my friends at some point. So why did they take so much space in my heart??
I hope know that I'll be able to find a new family, or at least a new home. It'll be better than the hell I endured in the catlse castle anyway.
My head's starting to feel woozy, and I haven't been eating much at all. The only emotions I feel on the daily are pain, confusion, and sadness... and I wish that I took an updated pod. I could rush to the nearest planet with the boosted engine, and at the VERY LEAST I'd be able to breathe properly.
MAN I really wish I could hear anyone's voice besides my own. It's so annoying, no wonder everyone always scolded me for it. I find myself --
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Lover Boy - A Voltron Fiction
FanfictionLance was alone in the hangers, again. Blue was resting after a long week of missions, but she still tried her best to comfort him every day. His only friend. His only support. How hilarious...Lance thought. I spend more time with a robot than I do...
