Altean Lance/Voltron

AU TIME THINGY

Angsty story for you guys. Last time i tried to write one it turned into fluff and i was like "what."

SO YEAH

No POV but its mainly going to be centered around Lancey Lance.
There may be suicide in this. Just a heads up.
Ps I suck at this kind of POV but that's why im writing this way.
Should i do part 2

§Blue Rose§

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Everyone was sitting in the dining room, except for Lance. He was late. Again. A few minutes later he ran into the room, panting for breath.

"Took ya long enough," Pidge huffed.

"Sorry I was...uh...doing stuff," He mumbled, grabbing a plate of goo and sitting down in his spot next to Hunk and Keith.

"You alright there buddy? You seem really tired today..." Hunk worriedly asks. Lance flashes one of his signature fake smiles.

"I'm all good buddy!" His smile slowly fades as everyone goes back to their own conversations.

Lance starts to think about some stuff.

Voltron doesn't really need me...do they?

They don't like me at all! They only cooperate with me cuz I fly one of the lions.

I bet blue only lets me pilot her cuz she feels pity for me.

What will happen if I die?

Will I be easily replaced?

His dark thoughts cornered him.

"Hey guys?" Lance asked out of the blue.(hah see what i did there no oh ok)

"Yeah what do you want Lance?" Keith snaps at the Cuban boy. Lance takes a deep breath before continuing.

"When I die, I want you guys to bury me on Earth. I want someone to put blue rose seeds in my grave so every time it rains, the flowers grow." Everyone looks at him, surprised.

"What!? Why would we do that! You aren't going to die anytime soon!"

"Shut up Lance stop fooling around."

"There's no way we would drag your dead body out of a fight just so we can bury you on Earth with freaking roses."

Lance POV

They think I'm going to die in a battle. Huh. Funny. Last time I checked, I had my blaster placed neatly in my room, waiting to be shot right into my chest. Next to it on the table is a piece of paper, my will you could say, telling everyone what they meant to me.

I stand up quickly.

I want to get this over with.

I want my life to end.

I'm in my room before I know it, closing the door and locking it behind me. I stare at the door for a moment, then unlock it. How would they reach me then?

I turn around, staring at my blaster in front of me. I look at my note one more time, then I grab my blaster. I hold it up to my chest, and for once, a real smile is placed on my face.

I pulled the trigger, ending my miserable, painful life.

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