Your Name

Loverboy

Unknown Date

Unknown Time

Keith.

Keith?

Keith opened his eyes. He didn't know where he was. Where was he? Wherever it was, it was weird. It was a large area that was a milky blue color with clouds everywhere. Like he was floating in the sky. Keith looked down at his body.

I'm 21 again.

No normal clothes, it was as if he was wearing a white bodysuit, but it was blended into his skin. Keith looked around, and he felt something blow past his shoulder.

"It's good to see you again."
It was the butterfly. It flew around Keith's shoulders, then began to hover in front of Keith's face.

Keith shook his head, "What was the point of that?" He clenched his fist, "It already happened?"

"I'm afraid so, Keith."

Keith felt himself tearing up, "So I forgot about him? That makes no sense!"

The butterfly began to fly away.

"Hey..." Keith's eyes went wide, "No... No!" Keith began to run after the butterfly, "What is this?! Who are you?!"

The butterfly flapped a few more times, then flew around Keith's face multiple times, "Hey!" Keith coughed, "What the..." Keith collapsed, confused and pretty dazed. The butterfly was nowhere to be seen.

"Come on..." Keith mumbled from the ground, "Please don't leave me alone."

Keith heard breathing behind him, who then knelt down.

"Keith?"

His eyes went wide, No way.

"You're never alone."

Keith felt himself tear up, "No fucking way." He turned around, and there he was, kneeling down next to Keith.

"Lance?"

Those blue eyes were lit up, "Hey, Mullet."

Keith smiled.

Lance was obviously in his late teens or early twenties. His eyes were still big, cute freckles still dotted around his face.

Wait...

"This isn't real." Keith sighed, "You're not real, are you?"

Lance shook his head, "You're smart, Keith. You know I'm not."

Keith sat up, and the boys sat next to each other.

"So that was you?" Keith sighed, "The butterfly, the voice. The whole time, that was you?"

Lance nodded, "I'm afraid so."

Keith sighed and shook his head, "What was all that? What are you?"

"I'm just here to help you remember." Lance smiled, then looked ahead of them.

"Then help me. I want to know. Was all of that just a memory?"

Lance stood up, "Pretty much, love." He looked down at Keith, "But there were a couple things that you messed up, I guess that's what the effects of drugs will give you."

Keith chuckled, "Yeah... Cigarette Daydreams didn't exist back then. What did I sing instead?"

"I Will Follow You Into The Dark. Death Cab, you emo."

Keith rolled his eyes, "I'm not that bad, now."

"Yeah sure, leather jackets and beanies. Definitely not emo." Lance sat down again, chuckling.