Waiting For You (A Sheith Story)

Returning Home (Chapter 8)

I'm really sorry these keep getting shorter and shorter; with school coming soon, I'm not having as much time to write and update as I did earlier in the summer. Still, here it is, and I hope it's okay. As always, feel free to comment, thanks for reading, and hope you enjoy!

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Keith didn't look back. He didn't need to. After Shiro had gone, there was nothing left for him at the Garrison.

Keith fingered his gloves before slinging his jacket and duffel bag up on his shoulders and setting out across the desert.

His house was miles away, but he didn't mind the distance. The further from the Garrison, the better.

It was hours before he made it, a lot of it after the sun had set too. Just as he was on his porch, he heard it.

Find me...

It wasn't a voice he heard exactly. More like an idea in his head. His hand hesitated just before resting on the door handle.

He whirled around, eyes scanning the horizon, but nothing was there except a tumbleweed blowing carelessly along.

With a final wary look, Keith stepped inside, locking the door behind him.

He tossed his stuff across the floor, plopping down onto the old couch without even taking his boots off. He stayed here for hours, even as the sun began to rise the next day.

It was late into the evening the next day, and there he was on the couch. He couldn't sleep.

No, his mind was too focused on Shiro and the news reports.

That, and the energy feeling was always at the back of his mind, not letting him sleep.

What do I do now?

He didn't want to go back to the Garrison, or to the boring life he had before. He pulled out his knife, staring at his reflection in the blade.

He would stay like that for days, his mind wandering beyond the shack, searching for answers that were just out of reach.

No, he wouldn't go back to the dark. He felt lost, but he had far too many questions and no answers.

He needed answers.

And Keith would do everything he could to find those answers.