Double Take [KLANCE]

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It was like a dream. Lance was twirling Allura into his arms on the dance floor. They both danced like no one was watching and it was beautiful. The night was a moment Lance intended to cherish. It was perfect. In the moment, he felt like he was the main character that was just reaching the happy ending with the love interest. It felt so close to him but in reality, it was never there.

There was never a happy ending to begin with.

Like in every dream, there's a random change of scene. It was so unexpected. Just a second ago, they were both gazing into each other's eyes. Now? Lance couldn't bear to look at the girl he was in love with.

"I don't like you like that, Lance. I don't like guys."

Allura's words stabbed Lance right on the heart and his world came crashing down around him. He prayed to God it was a nightmare he could snap awake from. But his emotions felt too raw to be a dream. Lance was physically and emotionally aching: his ears were unbearably ringing, head pulsing and mind racing. He was so confused.

"Why didn't you tell me before we started..." Lance faltered.

What were the pasts months of talking for? Why didn't she tell me before? He immediately recalled back to all the times when his mind planted doubts onto him about Allura. Allura was just leading you on. Lance gave her the benefit of the doubt because he trusted her. Allura doesn't like you back. He trusted Allura to tell the tell him the truth. Allura lied.

Allura shattered his trust along with his heart. Now he was questioning every moment he had with her and their relationship.

"I think I only like girls and... there's Romelle. It was unfair of me to figure out my sexuality through you and—"

"Is that why you never said it back all those times I said I liked you?" Lance snapped.

Allura was just using me to experiment with her sexuality?

Lance was used to being rejected by many girls and guys but this time, he really did like Allura. Maybe even loved her. Who would've thought that this whole time, Lance was alone with the feelings?

Allura reached her hands out to hold his. "Lance, let me explain please—"

Slap. Lance smacked her hand away hard and the contact stung. He threatened himself to not cry right then and there.

"You never liked me," Lance accused and began to laugh bitterly.

It all made sense to him: Lance was the idiot here. His feelings disillusioned him from seeing the truth: it had always been a one-sided love. He was frustrated with himself- how did I not see this coming? Lance felt he heard enough. His head was throbbing, he needed to get back inside. He needed to get away and distract himself stat.

This was a night he wanted to forget.

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"Lance, I'm sorry!" Allura cried.

Lance had begun to walk away and towards Keith's direction. The boy didn't seem to care about his rival's presence as he shoved past him and into the nightclub. Keith felt bad for him, but Lance was the least of his worries.