His Beautiful Nightmare 》Voltron [Voltron WA 2017]

Chapter 18

Where is she?! I've been looking on the second floor for fifteen minutes now, and Azalea is nowhere to be found!

Maybe this was a bad idea.

Keith was getting discouraged. He was afraid, although he would never admit it.

What if he can't find her?
What if she's talking to someone else?
What if she doesn't accept his apology?

Come on, he thought, Just think.

He crossed his arms for a moment, and closed his eyes in deep thought.

Then he heard it. A faint humming noise coming from the next sector.

Keith hesitantly followed the noise, and found Azalea.

She had her back to him. Her grey jacket was tied around the waist of her black pants. Lance's headphones were on her head.  She was humming loudly, swaying slightly to the music as she dipped the mop back into the bucket and continued her chore.

Keith took a shaky breath.

Why am I so nervous?
Is it because I've never really apologized to anyone before?

He listened to her humming, fast yet melancholy. The tune filled the hall, and instantly calmed Keith down.

He clenched his fist, and his face hardened in determination.

I can do this.
I can apologize.

But how?

Azalea continued mopping, oblivious that he was even there.

Maybe I can just play it off.
"Oh, I was just walking by, and I wanted to say I'm sorry".

That would sound convincing, right? Just play it off, Keith.

He reluctantly tried to casually walk up to her, but when he was less than five feet away, she stopped humming.

"Hey Boots", she said casually.
She turned around and leaned on her mop stick, eyeing him with wide black eyes.

Keith's heartbeat quickened, and he felt his plan falter.
Crap, I forgot she can sense me!

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Azalea liked Lance's music playing thing. He let her borrow it.

The headphones were squishy against her ears, and the music was nice.

She hadn't heard music in forever.

She decided to wear the headphones and start mopping from the second floor, and mop her way down.

She adjusted the ribbon around her head, and dipped the mop back in the bucket. She scrubbed it against the ground, making sure she didn't miss a spot.

She hummed while she worked.

I always knew that you'd come back to get me.
But you already knew that it wouldn't be easy.
To go back to the start to see where it all began.
Or end up at the bottom to watch how it all ends.

To be honest, Lance didn't have a bad taste in music.

She swayed along, mopping and humming.

Somehow I found a way to get lost in you.
Let me inside.
Let me get close to you.
If you change your mind,
I'll get lost if you want me to.
Somehow I found a way to get lost in you.

Azalea sensed something down the hall.
Tall. Lanky. Sneaking around the corner.

The figure could only be one person.