Langst One-shots

Become Each Other's Tears

Your smile.

Your face.

Your laugh.

Your voice.

Your everything.

I miss it.

I miss you.

How long had it been since you've been gone?

How long have I had to suffer without you?

How long have these hopeless tears fallen?

I don't think I can survive.

The team.......

We've fallen apart.

Sure, I've got Hunk to watch my back when the rest of the team isn't disappointed in me.

But it just isn't the same.

I remember the day you left.

It was a normal day, nothing special. We had just finished dinner and our daily training. Before this we had successfully saved a planet from a Galra invasion.

"Hey Lance come say goodbye, we are in the hanger." Pidge calls through Allura's speaker.

"To who?" I said out loud, knowing that she wouldn't hear me. I got up from my bed and headed to the hanger. I scanned the room for clues, who could possibly be leaving? My eyes fell upon a small bag and a pair of small feet, I scanned for a face. Long jet black hair, blue-grey eyes.

No.

No.

Why?

I had just established a good relationship with him, why now? I had tried so hard to fix my mistakes so he wouldn't hate me. Why?

"Yeah, I'm leaving for a bit, to join with the blade of Mamora." He said awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

At that moment I want to curl up into a ball and sob, I wanted to plead him to stay, I wanted to yell at him for not considering any of the teams feelings.

"W-why are you leaving?" I sounded desperate and pathetic but I didn't care. 

"I think, it's best." He huffed.

BULLSHIT.

I need you.

I really really need you.

I wanted to collapsed to the floor, I held my breath and closed my eyes.

"Well it was fun mullet, good luck." I managed to say. He looks at me in a sad and somewhat worried face but says nothing.

I wanted to hug him,

just one last time.

Before he left.

The rest said their goodbyes and hugged him.

I stayed far back, if I hugged him I would have never let go.

I clenched the hem of my jacket and stared down.

I heard the rustle of the bag, he lifted it from the floor.

Don't go.

I heard the automatic swish of a smaller pilot ship's door.

Please?

The steady silent steps as he entered.

Don't leave me.