Langst: One Shots!

Words Can Hurt Too

Lance's POV:
Useless, Pathetic, a waste of time, a disappointment.
These are just a few of many things I've been called by the other paladins. After Keith left, it was like the team blamed Keith's departure on me. It wasn't fair. Of course I had believed they were just stressed. I was when Keith left so I just let the others blow off some steam on me. Then everything settled down. Things were less stressful and more enjoyable. But the insults kept coming. I was confused at first, but now I've just come to terms with the fact that they just hate me. They all hate me.
Annoying, Stupid, Selfish.
*1 year later*
Keith came back today. I resigned from Red and let Allura stay in Blue. Now I'm basically the person they wanted me to be. I've managed to forge myself into the perfect little being. I'm silent, I don't flirt, I've trained day and night, and to what avail?  As soon as Keith came back they began to be nicer. They began to take notice in my strange behavior, but it's too late.
It's too late. It's too late. It's too late.
I sobbed as the weight of reality crashed down on me.
I'm useless. I'm an extra. They don't need me.
I walked into the kitchen. I barely registered all the other people in there. It was like I was on autopilot. I had no control... Not that I wanted control. I ignored their muffled questions and walked to the knife drawer. I silently opened it and grabbed the sharpest looking one in there. I silently created a small shallow cut, barely bleeding. I continued. I muttered things that my 'friends' had told me. "Lance, put the knife down." Someone, I think Shiro, commanded but I didn't want to. They caused this. I did too. I wasn't strong enough. "Weak." I laughed hysterically. "Weak. Weak. WEAK. WEAK. WEAK. WEAK. WEAK." I began screaming the word over and over, cutting into my skin deeper and deeper.
Yes kill yourself. No don't do it. They don't care. They never did. Just DIE already. ...
My thoughts abruptly stopped as someone pinned me to the wall. The knife clattered out of my hand. I looked up to see... Keith. "What are you doing?" His voice was angry but his fave and eyes were filled with fear. Why? "I... You guys were right." I chuckled. Keith froze. As did the rest of the team. "I am useless. Pathetic. Stupid. A waste of time. Weak. Annoying. Selfish. A disappointment." "Lance..." Keith's voice was small. I gave a sad smile. Suddenly time slowed as his lips were suddenly on mine. After a minute or two he pulled away, carresing my face in his hands. "Lance. You are irreplaceable. You are the strongest person I know. And I love you for who you are." He finished in a pleasant whisper. Our heads rested together as I cried. "I love you too."
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...................................................... Peace ✌