Purple Hearts

Chapter 6

The entire time was just weird. I couldn’t focus at all, so I didn’t remember a thing from the movie. I was more focused on Keith, who sat beside me. He was always watching the movie, except for a couple times when he would glance over at me for a while and just stare. It bothered me, but I did the same thing to him anyway.

When we left the theater, Shiro and Keith said goodbye. I was glad that Keith actually waved this time too. It showed he was warming up to me. I think.

“What did you think about the movie?” Pidge asked as we hopped in the car to drive home.

I slid into the driver seat and started the engine. “It was alright.” I said.

Pidge looked at me curiously. “What do you mean it was ‘alright’? I thought you would be more excited about seeing another Glactica movie.”

“I don’t know, Pidge.” I said as I pulled out of the parking space. “I just wasn’t in the mood today.”

“You seemed in the mood when we left the dorms.” She remarked. I groaned and looked out the window as Pidge continued. “Lance, what the heck is going on? Me and Hunk have tried all we can to help you feel better, but in the end you always still act despondent.”

“Despondent?”

“The point is that you’re not yourself, Lance. Can you at least talk to us about this?”

“If I did, you wouldn’t understand. And in some cases, I don’t even think you would believe me.”

Pidge groaned and faced away from me, looking at the car also driving down the street. “You can at least try. It would take an extremely supernatural story to make me not believe you.” She said.

I started thinking about what to do. Pidge, my best friend since a couple years ago, is the most trustworthy person I know. Maybe I should tell her. Plus she might be right. Telling someone about my situation might actually make me feel better. So at the next light I turned into a parking lot and stopped the car. I turned to Pidge and sighed before speaking. “Keith and I can write to each other on our arms.”

Pidge scrunched up her face. “What?”

I rolled up my sleeve and showed her the last conversation we had together. Pidge just stared at my arm curiously. “Do you know why this is happening?” I asked.

“How long has this been going on?”

“A couple weeks.”

Pidge examined my wrist more before I rolled my sleeve back up and waited for her to explain. “I’ve never heard of anything like this before.” She mused. “It’s amazing.”

“So you believe me?”

She shook her head. “I know you have no reason to lie about this, so I believe you. I just don’t understand why this is happening. I’ll have to look into it when I get back to my dorm.”

“Please don’t tell anyone about this.” I said. “Especially Hunk. I would rather not have everyone know that my arm can write to another person.”

Pidge smiled. “I won’t tell anyone. Especially not Hunk.”

I smiled back and started to drive again. I was so glad that I got that stuff off my chest. I was tired of holding something as crazy as that to myself. But as I was driving, I still had a little sick feeling in my stomach. It was like there was still something else I wanted to get off my chest. I couldn’t quiet pick it out though.

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It happened again later that day. That weird feeling. It wasn't the same though. This time it was almost, like sadness. But I wasn't sad, because there wasn't anything to be sad about. It just happened.

I was sitting in the school's library with Hunk (weird, I know right?). Hunk looked over at me and frowned. "Pidge told me you guys went to the movies and saw the new Galactica. Without me." He said.

I scrolled through my phone and sighed. "Yeah well if you want to go see it with me tomorrow we can go."

Hunk looked at me questionally. "You never like watching movies twice."

"I know but I couldn't pay attention today. I had other things on my mind."

"Like what?" Hunk asked.

Before I could reply I felt a jolt of sadness rush over me. It was like something I had never felt before. I groaned and clenched my fists, trying to control the feeling. Tears threatened to flow, so I stood up and began to walk away.

"Lance? What's wrong?" Hunk asked as loud as he could for being in a library.

"N-Nothing, I'll be right back." I said. I ran into the closest bathroom (which was luckily open), and shut the door. The second the door was closed, I started to cry. I didn't know why, but I just was.

I looked in the mirror and saw the tears falling down my cheeks. What's going on, why do I feel so sad all of a sudden?

In an attempt to make myself feel better I lifted my sleeve up to look at Keith's handwriting, but instead I saw something the just made me feel worse.

Red ink flooded my wrist with words like "Idiot" and "Dumbass". There was other stuff too, but those stood out to me the most. Since the ink was in red, that meant Keith wrote it, but why? Does he hate me now? What did I do?

I pulled out the pen that was in my jacket pocket. I always kept one just incase I needed to talk to Keith. This was a very important time.

"Keith? Are you angry at me?" I wrote as tears fell onto my arm.

I waited for an answer, but there was nothing. The only that happened was I stopped crying. The feeling of sadness still lingered though.

I whiped my tear stained cheeks and left the bathroom. The moment I opened the door I was met with Hunk's sad face. He looked like he was about to break out into tears, so I guess he heard me crying. "Lance," He began "what's wrong with you recently?"

"I would tell you if I knew, Hunk." I said.

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A/N: You're probably super confused right now but trust me, it will make more sense by next chapter (Which will hopefully be soon)!