Lifted // Klance

Chapter seven

video attached above is the end song for the Lifted // klance :))
Idk why i'm putting it on this chapter
(Jeez sorry i'm so extra when it comes to writing fanfic lol)
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Keith stood by the window, playing with a snow globe. I sat on his small bed. The room was small, it was in the attic, so the ceilings were slanted downward on just one side. As tight as it was here, it was pretty peaceful.

On the white wooden shelves, he had many thick poetry books. His night stand was a mess. Spilled pill bottles scattered everywhere with several unfinished water bottles. A teddy bear sat on his bed with the messy thick white sheets.

"Your room is... nice" i said, breaking the silence. Of course, it was kind of a lie. For a sweet cute guy who smelled like a girl, his room was a total mess. Way worse than mine.

"Don't lie, I know its bad" he laughs and crawled on the bed beside me. He snuggles himself over the heavy white sheets and unbuttoned his flannel for air. It was actually pretty hot here. "Do you... need a shirt or something? You've been walking around shirtless for hours."

"Why, do you like what you see?" I joked and scoffed.

Keith stayed silent for a moment there so I turned to look at him. His cheeks turned rosy and his pupils dilated. Huh? I expected him to laugh. He didn't take it as much of joke, didn't he?

"Sorry" i coughed. "It was kidding... didn't mean for you to take it seriously."

At this point we were both silent and awkward. I hate this feeling... I don't know what to say. Gosh Lance, why did you have to say that. Now he thinks you're weird and gay or some shit.

"I... I wanted you show you this plan journal I made" Keith puts down his snow glob and grabs a large hand crafted red book. He tosses me a clean grey oversized t-shirt and I put it on. Somehow it fits. I lean in a little closer to him as he lays it down on our laps.

He opens to the front page and points at a photo of a familiar pale toddler boy with silky light brown hair in the arms of an unknown adult male. "Thats me and my dad. I use to have light brown hair hehe" his laugh was so... ugh.

"Cute" i commented. Keith flips through more photos. Most of them was him doing stuff like pretending to fly and dressing like a pilot. On the last page, he was about ten. Jess and Noah looked a bit younger, no wrinkles under their eyes. They lifted him off his feet and into the air, carrying his weight from both sides of his legs on their shoulders like cheerleaders. Keith was holding a rocket ship in one hand, his other hand keeping balance on Noah's shoulder, his red braces evident with his bright smile.

"I'm going to be a pilot" he stated. "Nothing will stop me."

"Nothing will stop you..." i repeated weakly. He was so positive. Something inside gave me uneasiness. I can't believe no one told him yet. I can't possibly tell him. As much as I wanted to believe that he would live his dream, something keeps reminding me otherwise. Why does time have to be so short. Especially for someone so lively. They don't deserve to spend it shorter than others.

"Are you okay?"

I lost my train of thought and faced him. Keith's eyes were bright, his lips curved upward and his cheeks naturally pink against his pale skin.

I smiled to tell him that I was fine. But I really wasn't. The world is lying to him. I'm lying to him. All because no one wants him to worry about the end and just live happily and anxiety free. I thought this was for the best. But it hurts me seeing him talk so much about his future. The words refused to spill out of my mouth. No one can crush this boy's hopes and dreams.