3rd person pov
Lance was now, alone. His thoughts abandoned him, His mind running, His heart broken. All of the ingredients needed for the end of a life.
Dear paladins and co,
As my life goes on, I tend to think of the past, the present and the future. Now when you read lance McClain the first thing that comes to mind is either goofball or another pretty face or a paladin of voltron. Now let's think of the word future, the word future means: a period of time following the moment of speaking or writing; time regarded as still to come.// I used to be able to see a future for me, seeing my family, seeing my grandchildren, having kids all of that jazz but as I sit here, bay-yard in hand I now realise there's nothing left for me here, nothing to live for, nothing to see, the beaches I once loved are millions of thousands of miles away and I can't keep letting my heart get broken.
Now my final song request I want you to listen to is words fail - dear Evan Hansen
Love
Lance
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A silent cry
FanfictionA langst fanfiction... He lies in the shadows, He cries in the night, His music is loud, His thoughts are louder, His dreams lock him in a internal world of his past, He's a "goofball" Is he? Would a goofball conflict weather he should be alive or...
