Obsession - A Klance AU

⦁Chapter one⦁

Lance was sitting on the grey sofa in silence;  starring at the doctor in front of him. His eyes shifted to focus on the paperboard the man was holding, watching the pen slide across the paper swiftly with sharp turns. It was like this every week since he got therapy. He would answer basic  questions like "how are you feeling" "did something new happen in the past three days" and so on. He would answer blankly, watching the doctors brows knit in frustration, and continue writing on the clipboard. the stupid clipboard was the reason his mother thinks he is insane. the notes saying to "keep eyes on Lance at all times" were annoying. He knew something was wrong with him, but it wasn't that serious. Lance didn't need therapy. All he needs is Keith.

Keith. His name brought butterflies to his stomach. Nothing meant more to him than keith. how his raven hair curled randomly onto his face when he moved. How he spoke like a harmony of angels; beckoning him to lean closer to hear their prayers.  His eyes like a Purple abyss; threatening to make him fall deep if he looked any longer. everything about Keith was perfect. That's what lance thought.

"Lance." a firm voice said, snapping lance out of his small daydream. He blinked his eyes repeatedly, and answered, "yes?"

"have you spoken to the one boy yet?"

"no." he responded blankly; rubbing his thumb across his Knuckles silently. How could he talk to him if he doesn't know he exists? Lance huffed when he heard the pen scratching on the paper again. He tried to focus on something different, but found himself unable to hear anything else.

"your session is almost over. Are you going to sit here in silence for the remainder of the time?" His Therapist asked. Lance glanced up at him and smiled.

"what's the point of talking if you're just going to forget about it when I stop coming here?" The therapist frowned slightly, a small sense of pity shown through his eyes. He put the pen and clipboard down on his desk.

"lance, i am here to help you get better. I will remember, because i am concerned about you."

"don't be."

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Lance laid on top of his navy blue duvet thinking about Keith. What was he supposed to do? The raven haired boy was all he had left to live ever since he laid eyes on him. Nothing meant more to him in the world. How was he supposed to approach him when every time he saw Keith, he burned up from the tip of his ears to his forehead. Lance shifted in his bed, grabbing his light blue pillow to hug it. He laid there for a while planning how he was going to approach the Korean beauty. Maybe an accidental run in? no, too cliche. Just give him his number? He would die right on spot. Lance huffed and threw the pillow at his oak nightstand, making the contents on the dresser rattle and shake violently. There was no way this boy was going to be his. He'd loose the love of his life before he even talked to him.

A knock on his door startled Lance from his thoughts. "hello?" he called out. The door opened to reveal his mother; her blue eyes covered in concern. She pushed a stray piece of her brown hair behind her ear and began to speak, "Lance, darling. Is everything alright? I heard something being thrown and i got worried." she said. Lance sat up in his bed, and looked at his mother. 

"i'm alright mom; I just got lost in thought then threw a pillow." He spoke calmly, trying to take away his  mother's concern. She put her right arm onto her chest, and Examined her son again. "what were you thinking about, honey." she spoke her words carefully as if she thought it would cause  him to have an emotional outbreak. He  pondered for a few seconds on if he should tell her about his nervousness about talking to this boy. But, at the same time, he didn't know if she was homophobic or not. If she wasn't, then that would be all great and dandy, and will release the deep stress laying on his heart. In the manor that she was homophobic, Lance would probably get faced with a beating and kicked out of the place he called home. He would  rather suffer anxiety over the situation, then get shunned by his family for liking someone of the same  gender. 

"I was just thinking about a situation possibility. I will be fine, though. Thanks for worrying about me, mom. I love you." He  said softly, avoiding his mothers gaze piercing straight through him like a flashlight. He didn't want to hurt his mother anymore. Ever since she found out about his suicidal tenancies; she has been skipping work and not taking care of herself just to watch Lance over. This made him deeply pity her, but who was he to judge? He was just another suicidal teen in a world where it was so cliché to want to die. He didn't belong here. Or so he thought.

"I love you too, Miho." She smiled, and slowly closed the door with a soft thud. His face dropped down back to his monotone expression, and he got up to pick up the pillow that was discarded a few minutes ago. He felt his heart clench for a moment. There was no point to his existence. If he couldn't have Keith, he would rather die than bear the thought. Maybe suicide was the only answer. Maybe it's just his loneliness crawling onto him, beckoning him to meet with death's psyche. Even with his acceptance with death; he prayed for Keith to notice him. He prayed He would pick the Cuban boy up from the hell of his life, and make him feel alright. He craves love and attention from him. These things were like food and water. A Need to Live. A Need to survive. "maybe..." Lance whispered to himself, pulling his duvet over his body, "just maybe he will love me back." And with those final words, he trailed off into a deep slumber dreaming about his night in shining armor taking him far away from this place.