Klance One-shots

Will He?

Just a little trigger warning before we start. This chapter/short story contains Self-harm,Suicidal thoughts/acts, and Substance abuse. If any of this offends you or could trigger something please reframe from reading. Also just a little note, I took inspiration from the song above.  
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LANCE'S P.O.V

 got knots all up in my chest (up in my chest,up in my chest)  I sat in the calm room, the main sound being the trickling from the aspect. Hot tears kept running down my tan skin that had become paler in the course of recent days. My heart felt discharged. Like there was a void that could never again be filled.  The air around me was overwhelming and dull. I didn't feel finished without him. He made everything so considerably lighter. He influenced my heart to thump out of my chest and influence me to feel a way I've never felt. He was gone now..Him and his lovely violet eyes. His relieving voice that put me to rest. His warming grin. His soft,pale lips that kissed away my pain.His defensive embrace...All of him gone..and  I'm to blame. Just know, I'm trying my best(I'm trying my best) For quite a long time I've been fighting the appeal  to simply end everything. In any case, I haven't in view of the little hint of something that makes me think he'll return. Possibly he'll come bursting through the door and spare me from the evil presences hollering at me. I look towards the front door with aching eyes, my hand wrapped firmly around the neck of a liquor bottle. Will your tongue still remember the taste of my lips?(My lips, my lips, my lips)  memories of all the stunning times we shared together overflowed my brain. I inclined my head against the icy wall, gazing toward the clear ceiling and attempted to shut the thoughts out. I don't want to remember his embrace. Or his lips. Or his aroma. I don't want to remember him.Will your shadow remember the swing of my hips?(My hips, my hips, my hips) I remember all the nights we spent together. Laughing. Loving. Getting high off of our skin connecting. Tears fell harder down my sunken face. Why can't I get over him? I gradually stood up on my feeble legs. I wiped stray tears just for them to be supplanted with additional drops. I glanced around at the obscured house. It was as yet the same from the night he left. The night my life went to pieces. Softened glass laid up a heap and things were tossed everywhere. I hurled a sigh as I gazed at the shards. They appeared to call to me.Will your lover caress you the way, that I did?(I did, I did, I did)  The glass lured me into it's clutches. I ripped in my fragile hand tightly, making blood slowly seep out from the puncture. I closed my eyes before sliding it harshly across my skin. I dropped the glass before drowning the pain in the poisonous liquor.  Pictures of him with someone else filled my mind. He was so much happier. He deserved it. I could never give that to him. All I could give him was heart ache then attempt to fix it. I was a piece of shit and he was a sparkling diamond.  The bottle slipped from my bloodied hand and crashed onto the floor. Glass scattered in all directions. I stared down at it before my knees gave out.
The shards inbeded in my knee caps.Heavy tears streamed down my face.My warm blood hurrying out and onto the cool floor.
"Why'd I say I didn't require you..I Need you Keith..I'm sorry"
I addressed the air as though he was infront of me.I began to feel dazed as more blood flowed out of the deep wound.

Keith's P.O.V
My feet carried me to Lance's front door. A overwhelming feeling of greif washed over me like a Tsunami. I banged my fist off the door and called out to him. 
"LANCE! LANCE PLEASE OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR"
I started to panick after there was no reply. I knew he was home since his car was still parked in the front of the house. I pressed my ear against the door. I bit my lip as I heard sobs of pain. I slamed my shoulder agaisnt the door multiple times until the door encaved on it's self. I widened my eyes with sickening dread. There layed the blood secured male I adore. Almost oblivious. I surged over to him and pulled him towards me, craddling him in my arms. I looked down at the profound injury. I called 911 rapidly as I rocked  the crying boy in my arms.

"Lance...I'm sorry..It's all my fault you did this..I'm so sorry"
Tears streamed down my face as I gazed down at him. He clung to me shirt tightly as he fought to stay conscious.
"Hold on baby..Just a little bit longer please..I can't loose you please stay with me"
I heard faint sirens approching. and sighed in relief. I brushed some of Lance's hair put of his pale, sunken face.
"Don't worry..I won't leave you ever again..I promise"