the end was only the beginning -klance

two

Morning chores were done, so were the afternoon ones, and Lance was now sitting up in his room with absolutely nothing to do. For some reason, he had finished everything an hour and a half before he usually does, so now he lay in bed, bored out of his mind. The time was ticking close to 4pm, the warm sun still smiling in the sky. As much as Lance hates his uneventful life on the farm, he also tends to avoid leaving it.

He used to love working on the farm at first, it was home. It was where his family was, where he was safe. He still loved going out though, spreading the message of peace and unity to everyone, going to school's to help new students settle in amongst the humans, signing autographs and taking pictures with people who saw him as someone more than just a depressed farmer. But all of that changed. Too much reminded him of the bad times, too much reminded him of the life he could have had if it wasn't for the years of being afraid every day might be his last. And honestly, too much reminded him of her. How he couldn't stop her from leaving, he couldn't do anything more to help, or maybe it's the fact that he could have done something more. But he didn't. And so he lost her. Everyone lost her.

But he can't stay in his house forever wallowing in his pity. He only really leaves when he really has to. Like when his parents are out of town and he has to do the shopping because Rachel is busy doing work. Or when he literally gets forced by his parents to go out for at least a few minutes to 'soak in the sun' as if he can't do that from the comfort of his own garden. He knows they mean well, and he knows he has to get out the house, but no one understands how hard it is to do something you're simply just not ready for.

Yet, some how, he felt like today might be the day he should leave the house on his own, of his own free will. It would probably make his parents happy, maybe even convince them that he is in fact fine. He isn't okay, and honestly who knows if he ever will be, but he's fine and that's enough. At least for now.

Getting up quickly, Lance grabbed a change of clothes, this time a pair of light blue jeans and a white button-up shirt. He rushed to the bathroom to get changed and make himself appear more presentable, ruffling through his hair and trying to hype himself up in the mirror with a small pep talk: 'you can do this Lance', 'don't back out now', 'you're better than this'.

He decided against telling anyone he's leaving, hoping to avoid making too much of a fuss about it. Instead, Lance scribbled down a quick note to leave on the kitchen table. "Out for a bit, I'll be back for dinner. - Lance"

Quietly getting out the door, Lance hurried to his quad bike and put the keys in, sighing deeply as he wondered whether he did actually have the strength for this. Ultimately deciding it doesn't matter whether he does or not, he drove off, unsure of where he was actually headed to. Things were so different now than before Voltron. Humans weren't the only ones roaming the Earth comfortably, and his once empty town was now swarmed with more shops, cafes, restaurants, attractions, parks, schools. It was just more lively, and Lance didn't know whether he liked it. Everything got destroyed during the Galra invasion, so when they got defeated, Lance knew rebuilding meant things would be different. But not this different.

The old Lance would have loved it. The teenager who only cared about how many girls he could pull, how many times he could sneak out without getting caught, how long it would take him to do everything there was to do in the cities and towns around him. But now, it was overwhelming. He wasn't in his element anymore, but he was still young. So maybe it's time to stop letting life pass him by.

Driving aimlessly to who knows where, Lance ended up finding himself passing by the one place that was in fact still familiar. His favourite cafe. He used to go here with his siblings all the time while his parents would sell milk to the owner. The place had so many good memories, it was a large cafe which often held small birthday parties. Obviously Lance would get invited to them all. If Lance was at a party, you knew it would be good.