Voltron: Little Book Of Stories

Her.

Shiro's POV

Patiently I wait by her side. Our fingers interlocked with one another, underneath the soft blue sheets. Even now as we lay in silence, staring up at a dull cracked ceiling, the warmth of her beside me encases my body. I didn't dare move. "Tell me, p-please. I promise this is last time."

"I guess, I should start from the beginning." I could tell she was smiling, and in that moment, I knew. "It was last autumn when I first saw her. I had my silver carolla then, and it was full of just about everything I owned. As I was driving into town, I saw this peculiar girl, she has long snow hair and this look on her face." It was like she watched the world through an entirely different pallet of color.

"Oh yeah." Allura laughs turning to face me. "And was this 'girl' cute?"

"Definitely, and way hotter than you."

"Hey!"

"Anyways, back to the story! I settled in okay, I mean I had a few friends here and there-"

"And one huge crush!" Her blue orbs brighten as a smirk forms on her satin lips.

"Fine, if you already know the story, then why am I telling you." I stick out my lower lip pouting, but she just rolls her eyes. "Katie invited me to her brother's going away party, and so I went. The thought of the girl being there had crossed my mind, but I didn't want to get my hopes up. But there she was, out on the Holt's deck, her cotton pink dress fluttering in the evening's breeze. I was so nervous, honestly I wasn't quite sure what to say. So instead of talking I just walked over and stood beside her. You could hear the low murmur of everyone inside, the night sky was glazed in navy, sprinkled with dots of stardust. Little did I know, that would be the first of many perfect moments." I steady her quavering hand. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. I will leave soon, but please, continue."

"From that night on we began to see eachother more often, and eventually I mustered up the confidence to ask her out. Believe it or not, she said yes." Nuzzling her nose into my shoulder she moves closer, her hot breath pressing against my skin. "I took her to my favorite coffee house, you see I asked the owners if I could borrow the place for the night, and happily they obliged especially that weird hazel haired one. So I spent hours decorating the entire shop with Christmas lights and made up a candle lit table in the center. But every second was worth it, because when she walked in she had this big stupid grin on her face. Everything was going just as planned until I splashed wine on her, uh, white dress. I don't know, I think she is still mad at me for that. Despite the spill, we went on more dates. She does this thing where she smiles, no matter what, no matter how hard she pressed her hand into her chest, no matter how problematic the situation, she kept smiling."

"Please, don't stop."

"One day, I was making her breakfast a-and I, Allura, are you sure?" I glance down at her. She really could smile through anything.

"Yes, I want to hear the whole story."

"I handed her a fresh cup of coffee, with just splash of cream. But when she took it, she lost her grip and it fell. She picked up the shards and I dried up the coffee. Of course at the time I thought that it was just a slip. After she left that afternoon, I didn't see her for awhile. It was like she had fell off the grid. A month later, she showed up on my doorstep beaming, holding a tin of cookies. Still the girl didn't tell me why she had gone. I let it go, but seeing as she held her arm to her chest, the thought never fleeted my conscious. In the evening we would take long walks across the empty beach, barefoot. Maybe it was the sand between my toes, or the sunset escaping the sky, but I looked upon the girl I loved, and for a brief moment I saw the world through her eyes. It was colorful and endlessly blossoming. Suddenly she stopped, and my lens was shattered. That's when she told me." I could feel her tears began to wet my sleeve. "Allura, really you shouldn't be crying, not now."

"I was going to cry anyways, better now than later. Shiro, please."

"The doctor had found a tumor, she insisted that it was probably benign. It was only two days later that she was admitted for surgery. I waited in the hospital lobby for twelve hours, so that I would be there the moment she could have visitors. By the time I got in, my flowers had wilted, but she didn't seem to mind. A week later-" Allura's hand squeezed tighter around mine as her face pushed deeper into my shoulder. "A week later the lab results came back, they said she had stage four cancer. You see, the chances of her beating this were close to none. So made a vow that day, that every day, for the rest of her life would be perfect. Of course we had our arguments and fights, so I guess I broke the promise. But still we managed to overcome the odds and in the spring I proposed to her. Through thick and thin, I would be there by her side. So here I am now, by your side and I love you." She rolled away from me and onto her back, her fingers slipping from mine.

"I love you too. Thank you. I don't wish to stay up any longer, but I refuse to say goodbye. I mean we will see eachother again." Our faces breaths apart, slowly I lower my lips onto hers. Tears began to fall as she gently pulls away clinging onto every last feeling. My tears are wiped away by her shaking hand. Against all odds, emotions, and what seemed like the world, she smiles. "I love you."

"I love you Allura."

In night she slipped away into a timeless sleep.