TW: mentions of past self harm, desire to self harm
Keith
Keith's fingers graze the soft pale skin of his face, eyes closed, volume all the way up in his earbuds. The song is a soft one, one of heartbreak and longing, reminding him remarkably of the tall Cuban boy that always seems to take up his mind.
Lance had once been everything to Keith. It had been two boys in love, meaning the world to each other, and that was more than enough for them- or so Keith thought. Unfortunately, it had not been enough for Lance. He had left without more than a simple goodbye, for a girl with long brown hair and dreamy eyes.
Keith would do anything to go back. He longs for the time before, before the reality of him kicked in with Lance. He still wanted to be beautiful in the boys eyes, wanted to be needed by him. He would give whatever it took.
He thought it would be over once he left the Garrison, thought that he would never have to see him again. He was so far from right. He had to see him everyday, had to see his love smile at someone other than him, flirt with the pretty girl with long white hair.
It tore him apart.
Tears stream down his face in the dark room, the tightness around his heart making his breaths come out in desperate huffs. He holds his knees to his chest, dropping his head to rest on them. He wants to scream, to let out all the anger and loneliness he feels, but that would just wake everyone up and make them hate him more. He can't have that.
The stars blink through his window, a quiet, but comforting presence. In the morning, he will act as if everything's okay, but right now he just tries to remind himself that crying isn't pathetic. His thumb brushes across the scars that accent the undersides of his wrists, memories of past nights that still haunt him. He wishes for a blade right now, wishes to make the beautiful scarlet lines again. Shiro made him throw them out when he found them, taking away his only way to cope with the pain that came with being left behind.
Once the tears run dry, he lets his eyes flutter shut in exhaustion. He doesn't intend to sleep, but he ends up finally relaxing, finally falling into the comfort of being unconscious.
He dreams that Lance is next to him, his warm arms wrapped tightly around him, holding him together.
He never wants to wake.
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Stars // Klance
Fanfiction"Promises are stupid. What's the point if you're going to break them anyway?" Keith can't get back on his feet after breaking up with the love of his life, and it's starting to become a problem. Fuck love.
