When Did I Go Wrong?

Chapter 6

Lance felt bad for leaving, but when Keith acted like this, he had little patience. Especially when all he was trying to do was help. It frustrated him to no end. 

He ended up at Hunk's door, he honestly didn't know if he should bother the other. He also really didn't know if he should talk about it. He didn't want to bother Hunk with his problems. He just didn't know where else to go.

He stood at Hunk's door for a while. His hands were stuffed into his pockets, gaze towards his shoes. Maybe he shouldn't have left.. he didn't want to leave. He knew Keith was stressed out and probably frustrated, but he should've stayed.

He felt that aching pain in his chest once more. He was thinking too much.. he hated it when this happened. Things had been great for a while, but now it all seemed to go to shit.

He let out a heavy sigh and glanced up at Hunk's door. He shouldn't have come here. He turned and left, walking towards the parking lot. Maybe he should just take a drive. He took out his phone as he walked, staring at the time. He had to get ready for work soon..

He sighed, gripping his hair frustratedly. He didn't want to have to go back to his and Keith's dorm right now.. but, he did have to get ready for work..

Fuck.. this was all too much for him.

He leaned against the hallway of the dorms, crossing his arms over his chest and staring at his shoes that seemed all too interesting. He was battling his brain. He needed to go back and get ready, and he also shouldn't have left Keith. But he didn't want to go back, he was too scared of what he might find.

He didn't want to see Keith cry anymore. It hurt worse because he knew it was him that had made Keith cry. He couldn't take the weight of being the cause. 

He shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair once more. He leaned his head back against the wall, staring at the ceiling. He needed to go back.

He inhaled deeply before shifting his stance and walking back to his and Keith's dorm. Every step felt heavier and heavier, the anxiety weighed in his chest. Maybe he shouldn't talk to Keith when he returns. It was just too much to talk with him.

Lance reached their door, his heart pumping loudly in his chest. It felt like it would burst from his chest.

He opened the door after putting the key inside and twisting it. As soon as he stepped inside, he glanced up, seeing Keith laying completely under the covers. He could hear his stifled sobs from under the blanket.

His heart broke at that sight. He knew it was all his fault and he fucking hated himself for it. He didn't say a word, as much as another part of him wanted to. The other part of him begged himself to talk to Keith. To apologize. Anything.

He ignored it.

He went to his dresser drawers and searched for his work clothes, shuffling through them to find what he needed. His hands were slightly shaky as he did so. The silence was heavy and excruciatingly suffocating.

He found his clothes and let out a shaky breath, going towards their bathroom door to take a shower. "Lance.." he heard Keith call.

His heart fucking shattered. Keith sounded so hurt. It was all his fucking fault. All his fault. All his fucking fault.

"I.." Keith started, shifting up from the comfort of the covers. "I'm sorry. I- pl-ease." he begged. Keith didn't know what he was begging for.

Lance turned to look at him, clothes lowering in his hands. He saw how terrible Keith looked and couldn't help himself from going to him. He set his clothes down quickly on the sink counter and walked over to him.