a/n ; i stg i dont regret making this
. . .
Keith stood in front of his friend's tombstone, decorated by flowers from Allura and Coran. The sweet scent of the bouquet reminded him when the brown haired kid was still alive. Happy and all.
Small wind passed trough him.
The funeral was over huh?
"Keith?" finally someone broke the silence. The black haired kid cried.
"He's gone isn't he?"
"I'm sorry, Keith"
x x x
im sorry, everyone
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paint droplets ⤷ klance
Fanfiction❝Being in the seventh wheel is quite fun❞ in which where Lance thinks that he is not needed and feels like he's better off gone with suicide. ❥ angst | boy x boy ©︎-peiskos 2017 || completed; April 12th 2017 #9 in poetry - 13.05.2018
