A silent cry

"LANCE!"

Keith's pov

As I went back to apologise to lance, i heard a gun shot. My mind travelled fast, were we under attack?! Is someone training, my mind generated thousands of ideas, I started running, past the training room and to the second to last door of the long hallway where I saw the now unconscious body of the red aka blue paladin.

"LANCE!" I let out an ear splitting scream, I ran faster then I have ever before and without hesitation I scooped him up; ran towards the medical bay.

Tears streaming down my face, how? Why?! Who?! Who made this sweet boy be so sad that the only way out was killing himself. My mind suddenly stopped, everything became slow, I ran into the medical bay where Coran was back from a supply run and stocking up, I screamed "CORAN! HELP! NOW!" Coran turner and horror struck him in the eye. Everything became slow, everything became silent.

Everyone running, everyone screaming words that got scrambled into the Abis, soon lance was in a healing pod and god only knows for how long.

1 Varga later

"Guys I found something in lances room" pidge whispered, slowly entering the room.

"what is it?" I asked tears covering my eyes.

"There notes lance wrote and one final one that has goodbye on"

I walked over to pidge and grabbed the box, opening miss and match letters written to Earth, himself and the others.

I had noticed the goodbye letter and several tears rolled down my face as I picked it up, nothing but determination went through my mind. Should I do this? Is it the right thing to do?

This is when I decided to read the letter out loud

"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" I stopped and breathed for a moment and carried on.

"Now my final song request I want you to listen to is words fail - dear Evan Hansen

Love

Lance"

My face now emotionless, everything I've done, all of the times I've pushed him away, all of the times he's sung such sad songs with emotion, it all made sense.

I'm sorry lance McClain