Klance Oneshots-Don't Forget Me

16-Stupid Forever

This one is so sweet, I loved writing it, hope you all enjoy!

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-Keith's POV-

I harshly wipe the fresh tears from my eyes with my knuckles. I then bend over and wash my face with the already cold running faucet of the bathroom sink. Yet, even though there are no tears on my face, I still feel just so uneasy. My legs are still a bit wobbly, and my knees still aches from when I fell  to my knees earlier during the panic attack. My eyes are still a bit red, and I'm close to being on the verge of tears. Even though you stuff the tears away, it doesn't prevent you from wanting to sob. 

I prop my elbows on the bathroom counter and let my fall onto the counter as my knees go weak. Today was just so exhausting to appointment I just couldn't take anymore. To a point when we had guests over, that I just eventually broke down from it all. 

Today started as a bad day. I woke up with two nightmares, but they weren't as bad as most nightmares can get. Well the bad nightmares, we'll, they were more of night terrors. The night terrors are raw causing me to shoot up with an ear splitting scream. My face will be a boiling scarlet, with the freezing adrenaline, dripping with warm sweat. I won't be able to stop shivering, I'll choke on my own staggering sobs and I won't be able to stay still because my skin will feel too rough or the sheets will be too warm. 

Most of the time, I have to fall to the floor to calm down, banging my limbs on the bed frame accidentally trying to not wake up my boyfriend. But, when night terrors come around, I always wake him up. Just that fact alone makes me feel overall guilty and makes me want to choke on my own spit all over again. Just because I'm hurting, I have to wake him up. He insists that it's okay, and that he wants to help me. And that's sweet, but I really don't like causing him trouble.

When Lance does wake up he'll sit down on the hard wooded floor and wrap his arms around me. He'd do his best to ground me in reality, trying to make me feel safe with kisses, when he knows I'm terrified. Sometimes he'd even sing to me, lulling me from my pain. Or he'd wrap a blanket around me, pick me up then place me on the bed. He'd leave me with his laptop to picks movie while he prepares a warm cup of earl grey tea for me.

I really do love him. We've been dating for 5 years now. Sure I'll always tease the shit out of that loser, but I love him nonetheless. He's one of the best things that has ever happened to me. Before he confessed to me (he confessed on text, which was right before I went on a flight, so I couldn't respond because of the network, that clever bastard) I'd known him for at least 3 years as my friend. Throughout all of the years I've know him He's always been the only one who could make me feel safe in the middle of a blazing storm. 

Speaking of a "blazing storm", along with nightmares which already shook me up, because I never actually told Lance because these ones didn't star with a scream, accordingly, there was a thunderstorm today.

I've never told Lance about how nervous storms make me. I abselotley love the rain itself, thunder and lighting always bring me back to places I hope to forget. Once again, I never came to Lance and asked him for a hug. He has better things to do anyways, I don't want to be a burden.

Then, we were hosting this huge dinner for 4 hours. Lance had a blast, I on the other hand, didn't. I was already overwhelmed from the day, so much that the loud voices, clashing, and screaming made my ears ring horribly loud. The noice made my throat go dry, and cascaded into a pounding migraine.

Of course Lance noticed then when I was quietly standing in the kitchen, alone. But, I don't think Lance understands that I just needed to be alone, so when I ran into our room, he was probably a bit confused. But I think he got it, because he didn't come running after me. When I ran into our room, I collapsed on Lance's side of the bed, trying my best to drown in the silence. But, I couldn't sink into a milky bed of silence. Because, In the back of my head, I could still hear everyone, and that alone was all that it took for me to break down. I pathetically clawed at Lance's pillow and sobbed my stupid throat raw.