Chapter 10: Keith

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"So my beautiful mullet headed friend, will you do me the honour of being my beautiful mullet headed boyfriend?”

I panicked. I didn’t want this. No that’s a lie, I did want this, very much so but I couldn’t do this. Lance. I couldn’t be with him. I mean I’m moving out. Panic covered my face as I stepped away from him abruptly. His arms still lay suspended in mid air. I shook my head and covered my face before clawing at my hair anxiously. “no no, I can’t, I can’t do this.” I cried.

Lances face fell in despair. “keith. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked.” He said, pain lacing his tone. I had hurt him and it was obvious to see. “WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT TO ME?!” I yelled at him. In my eyes, if I was at least going to let him down, I would let him down so hard he would never want to even consider being with me again. His face morphed from that of complete and utter sadness to a look of almost anger. Almost. “keith, I don’t want you to go!” he exclaimed, yet slightly calmer than how I had dealt with the situation.

“Yeah well maybe I don’t want to be here anymore.”

“so you lied to me.” Even more hurt in his tone. My eyes stung. Why did it have to end up this way? Why couldn’t I just let him go?

“yes I lied to you.” I threw my hands up into the air. “i wanted to leave the minute I got here.” Lance gasped.

“So all those nights we stayed up with each other, all of those kisses meant nothing to you.” I couldn’t take this. I wanted to cry into him and beg him to take me back, beg him to have me, but I had already severed the ties. He would move on. He didn’t need me, I was just a pawn getting in the way of what he could have. “precisely. How could I ever like you? You never once looked at me the way you looked at Allura. Let me go Lance.” I sighed. There was silence. He was crying now, tears streaming down his face and he couldn’t make them stop. I wanted to make them stop but I couldn’t find it in me to move and kiss them away. “let me go.”

“Leave.” He muttered bitterly.

“i will.” I stormed upstairs and to our room so I could get my stuff.

“wait Keith?” Lance called desperately up the stairs. I stopped in my tracks.

“What?”

“you aren’t actually going to go are you?” I spun around, tears rolling down my face, just like his. I nodded. “yes Lance, I am.”

I piled shirt after shirt into the small suitcase that I had, slowly followed by jeans and my jacket. A sweater of Lance’s lay on top of the black fabric lid. Lance had let me borrow it the other day as it seemed my jacket was in the wash. I thought about leaving it but instead decided against it and shoved it in with everything else. I hadnt planned on where I was going to go but decided to figure that out once I had gotten out of that door. I pulled on my boots and got ready to open the door. “will I ever see you again or is this goodbye?” Lance asked. I hesitated before finally, I opened the door and shut it in his face. Leaving a lonely Lance shrouded in the darkness of his hallway.

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