Angsty Klance Oneshots

Burden

~Lance’s POV~

I sit in my room, hugging my knees to my chest as I bit back tears. I’m nothing but a seventh wheel, no one cares about my feelings, no one cares when I feel upset. How could they? They can never tell because of my smile. The face that masks my pain is all fake. The wide smile, the air of confidence. Everything. It’s fake. My sleeves are longer than normal. I never wear shorts that don’t at least go past my knee. And I most certainly don’t ever change in front of anyone. They can’t know… they won’t know, not until it’s too late.

I glance over at the weapon beside me. I had stolen it from the last Galran cruiser we were aboard. A handgun, the one that would finally end this miserable thing I dare to call a life. I fold the note I had written and set it on my nightstand, grabbing the handgun. I charge it up and press it to my temple, taking a deep breath in and then pulling the trigger. Goodbye cruel world.

~Keith’s POV~

I walk to Lance’s room. I’ve been worried about him lately. He hasn’t been coming to meals, he’s been a little… reigned in. His normal, cocky attitude was still there, just tuned down. His smile never reached his eyes. And he’s been hiding out in his room a lot more.

I approach the door and knock on the metal. It slid open to reveal a terrible sight. Blood was splattered on the bed and the wall and there was a hole in Lance’s temple. I gasp and stumble back, a hand over my mouth. I saw the hand gun that he held, his fingers still wrapped tightly around it. His sleeves were both rolled up, revealing the scars and cuts on the tanned skin. His ribs were visible under his favorite shirt. I dared to glance at his face to see that he was actually smiling. The Cuban had taken his own life and he had the nerve to fucking smile while he did it. I fell to my knees, half in and half out of the room.

“Keith, buddy, what’s wrong?” asks Hunk’s voice from behind me. I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t move or tear my eyes away from the sight. I hear a clatter directly behind me when Hunk dropped whatever he had been carrying.

“L-Lance? Lance, no buddy, no!” The yellow paladin’s voice was frantic as he tried to shake his friend awake. I stood shakily and set a hand on his shoulder.

“He’s gone, Hunk…” I whisper, looking to see a folded piece of paper on the nightstand. I unfold it and read the note.

‘Dear Team,

    If you’re reading this, I have finally decided to end it. Why didn’t I say anything? You might wonder. Well, you guys were always so happy, I couldn’t bear to burden you with my problems. I kept this to myself because I knew no one would listen or even care. I’m sorry guys. I’m sorry for being nothing but a burden for the team. I’m sorry for always failing. I’m sorry for being annoying. But now you don’t have to deal with that. I’m gone and there’s no coming back from where I’ve gone to.

    Don’t burden yourselves with mourning me. Let me go. Don’t tell my mother how this ended, she doesn’t need to bear the burden of the thought of her youngest son killing himself. Please put me in a pod and eject it, or let Coran experiment on my body, whatever will benefit you guys the most. Continue saving the universe without me, I was never a vital part of Voltron anyways… you guys may not know this but not even Blue has been loving me lately. In fact, she has started pushing me away for some reason. Maybe she realised that I’m nothing but a burden to her…

    I never mattered… Not to my parents, not to my siblings, not to the team, not even to my Lion… Just continue on guys, goodbye.

The Seventh Wheel,

Lance McClain.’

I broke down and looked at Lance’s body, shaking my head.

“You were never a burden...you always mattered… you were always there for me even when Shiro wasn’t… why didn’t you tell us Lance? Why?” I whisper softly, setting the letter next to Hunk before leaving to go to my own room.

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I wrote this when my parents changed the wifi password and made me feel terrible about myself... I hope you liked it!

Luv y'all,
Erin Jaeger