Red String of Fate - KLANCE

21.

>>I totally did not forget to post this ha ha. And no, I'm not already lying in bed about to fall asleep, tch.<<

April 2, 2018 - 8:46 AM

And he had been right. This was already the longest week in his life and he still had four more days to go.

Keith's head lay on the counter of Coran's diner. As always it was quiet as the usual caffeïne zombies some people called college students ordered their drinks and left. Behind Keith in one of the booths by the window, sat an elderly couple enjoying their teas and pie. They were talking to each other softly, Keith was barely able to make out their whispers over the soft happy tunes that sounded through the speakers.

Coran was refilling the small salt and pepper cellars, spilling some of the spices on the counter. He was humming along with the music.

The young man looked at him through his hair from his place on the counter. His cup of untouched coffee forgotten at his side. He wondered if Coran had ever felt this way. If he had ever gone through a heartbreak. (It felt stupid calling it a heartbreak, Lance and him hadn't even been a thing.) For some reason Keith had a lot of trouble picturing Coran in a position much like his own. Eyes carrying the sadness of a lost boy, lips in a permanent pout and shoulders slumped.

Before he could come to his senses, his mouth started to form a question. He blamed it on his sleep deprived brain. "Coran?"

The man in question looked up, eyebrows raised in a friendly wonder. "Yes, my boy?"

For a moment, Keith lost the ability to talk. My boy. Coran only ever called Lance that. It warmed his heart to think the older man thought of him like he thought of Lance, like they were his sons, or nephews. It warms his heart and makes the weight pressing down on him feel a bit more bearable.

"Did you ever..." Keith started, but stopped to bite his lip and close his eyes. After a moment he finally lifted his head off the counter and looked at Coran, "get your heart broken?"

If Coran knew why Keith was asking, he didn't show it. The man stopped his movements and turned around to completely face Keith.

"Well, of course," he said, a far-away twinkle in his eyes, as if he is thinking back to all the times he had gotten his heart broken like it were happy experiences. Keith doesn't think he'll think back to this feeling with an expression quite as amused. "There were a lot of boys and girls in my life that left me crying in my bed."

Keith couldn't really picture a younger Coran crying over other people.

"Just give it time," Coran said as he reached over and briefly squeezed Keith's folded hands. "You will get over him." The man frowned. "Someday you will get over him."

Someday. Keith hated that word. Just give something concrete. A date to mark in his agenda, something to count down to. Not something as vague as someday.

But yeah, he supposed Coran was right. Someday he'd get over Lance. Whether it'd be this Friday or in four years. Someday he'd be able to think about Lance without his heart starting to hammer painfully in his chest, someday he'd move on. He couldn't wait for someday to be here already.

>>So yeah, sorry for the wait. idk about timezones, but it is almost 1 a.m. here. I'm sorry this chapter is kinda short, but there'll be another one this Saturday, as always. Thanks for reading again, and ily<<