this story takes place in Japan. Because yeah, the shoes <_<
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Lance went up to the rooftop, and when he arrived he started taking his shoes off. But when both his shoes were off his feet, he looked up at the small railing and saw a girl with long poofy hair. It was Allura.
She was just about to jump. Lance, despite himself, shouted out without thinking.
"Hey, don't do it please!"
Allura stopped, and put down her foot. She turned around and saw Lance there, reaching out his hand. Why did that come out of my mouth? This is a missed opportunity for me to join!
Allura, her face drowning with tears, hastily said, "Here is the reason why I'm doing it, but you've probably heard it before! I loved him, you know? I thought he might've been the one. But no, he left, left me here."
Lance seemed offended by that somehow. She's jumping off because of THAT? That makes no sense. "That's a stupid reason to die! Just because of one person? You got here before me just for this one-stupid-reason or person, you still have me, you still have us!"
Lance paused for a few. Then continued, "I've been through that too, my sister leaving my family through death was the worst. But look at me, I'm not dead over her am I? You can STAY STRONG." At this point, Lance had a few tears strolling down his face.
Allura smiled, wiping tears off her face. "Thanks. I don't feel pathetic anymore, I really needed that."
Allura hugged Lance, letting him now again that he did a really good job at helping her. Lance smiled, and as he let go, Allura stepped back and walked away disappearing from the rooftop.
As the sun started setting, Lance grabbed his shoes and slipped them on. He took one last look at the railing, thinking he can do it while Allura was gone.
But that would've been too suspicous. Lance not coming down from the rooftop, after he had just talked to her. Also he didn't warn Allura that he was going to stay up on the rooftop.
So Lance decided to walk downstairs off of the rooftop, and told himself to save it. Tomorrow he'll do it.
But after that day, there was a person every single time.
And every single time, was a missed opportunity for Lance.
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My R // a short Langst AU story (completed)
أدب الهواةLance was helping so many of his friend on the rooftop. But no one was there to help him, no one for him to tell his pain out. When he was about to fall of the railing he was standing on, someone pulls him back. This Langst story is inspired by the...
