Third person POV
One....
You feel your chest tighten.
Two....
Your heart hurts.
Three....
Your eyes start to water.
Four....
You find yourself crying.
Five....
Realize he will never love you.
These were the stages Pidge Gunderson also formerly known as Katie Holt, was feeling.
She saw the way Allura looked at Lance every now and then.
How he would get close to her, and compliment her.
Pidge never got that.
Not even before she snuck into the Garrison.
She was bullied, ignored, mad fun of.
Ever since Voltron made it back to Earth it's like Allura has been paying attention to Lance a lot more.
Pidge was curled up in a ball in her Garrison room. Not knowing what was happening to her.
She's never gone through this much pain since her brother and father had disappeared a couple years back.
"Fuck...." Pidge whispered as she was whipping her face.
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She looked in the mirror.
She looked at her outfit.
It wasn't girly, it wasn't a pretty gown or pretty outfit. It wasn't anything special, anything like Allura would wear.
Then she looked at her hair.
It was short and simple. It curled out a little at the sides, and a little covered her face. It wasn't long and flowing. It wasn't a pretty white color. It was just short and messy. Nothing like Allura hair.
Then she looked at her face.
Her face was a simple shape. It was round and had a point to it. Her skin was clear. She had light bags under her eyes from all the hours she stayed up. Her smile was faked. Her glasses fitted her slightly pointed and rounded nose. Allura didn't have glasses she didn't need. Allura had fair altean skin. Smooth and clean with her pretty altean marks.
Pidge lightly touched the mirror and started to cry again.
"Why am I like this?" She whispers to herself.
"Why can't I be like her?"
The door opened to Pidge's room.
Keith had slowly closed the door behind him, after seeing the small girl crying in the corner.
"Pidge you okay?" He asked sitting right next to her.
"Am I pretty?" She had asked.
Keith was shocked by these words. Why would she think whether she was pretty or not?
Keith took a deep breath.
"I think your beautiful. I love how you clothes are out of the ordinary. I love your shape, how your small and hard to spot in a room of tall people. I love how you hair isn't to long yet not to short. I love how it curls out at the ends, and how your bangs hit your face. I love how you wear glasses that you don't ever need. I love how your face is so smooth and delicate. I love how you have light bags under your eyes signifying that you were up working hard. And you eyes....oh how I love those eyes... they are the most perfect shade of brown ever. They have a little gloss of honey mixed in them. And every time I stare into them....I just get so lost in them."
Pidge was a blushing mess.
Keith had just said that he loved everything about her.
Keith gently smiled and leaned in a little.
Pidge has also leaned in.
They had kissed in that very moment.
And Pidge never wanted it to end.
