Borderline

chapter ten

I'm hollow.

Like literally hollow. I have no idea what to feel.

I think that my body hasn't fully registered that Voltron is over, and is like hoping for something more, like another season or another episode since half of the fandom is currently hating season 8, and wants Lauren and Joaquim to make up for the ending. I think that my hope for some kind of continuation is the only thing keeping me from really breaking down. I really am not ready to let this show go. And especially not the fandom. Even if I wasn't even that involved in it; the only platform I really participated in the fandom in was here on Wattpad, with an anonymous profile. Otherwise, I was always an observer on Instagram, but that was okay, because it still felt like I belonged in the fandom. I won't say that I've made friends through this show like most people say, because I really haven't, since I didn't participate fully, but I have got the honor to interact with so many here on my stories, and got my first audience to read what I've wrote.

That was honestly one of the best things to happen these past 2 years of sticking to this fandom. The fandom is what's been the best thing, and I think it will be harder to let that go rather than the actual show. I've learned so many things from just watching Voltron posts on Instagram, and I've also developed a new kind of love for drawing since the show and every fanart has inspired me and showed me so many different styles. I don't think my drawing would have looked the way they are right now if it wasn't for that.

The Voltron fandom is the first one I have been in, so this is all a wonderful experience to me (despite all the toxic things to happen, since I choose to see past that). It will be heartbreaking to let it go, but I know that I will ultimately move on. But just not now.

Although, some of you maybe are already ready to move on, so my question is:

Will you stick around for more of my stories? Will you still read my stories and stick to the fandom a little more? I say we make Voltron last for as long as possible
❤️💙💛💚🖤🧡💗

And of course, Klance shall live on in our hearts. Like it's always done💜

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I had no excuse as to why I should be leaving the castle these quintants, since Nyma was on her "unfinished mission", and would be on that mission for some time, even if me and Keith were in fact friends now and I didn't need to use that lame excuse for not going out anymore. But I had to keep it convincing; I could just decide on a quintant were Nyma would "be back" and everything would go back to normal. I could then visit Keith in his cave whenever I wanted. But for now, I had to refrain myself from seeing him for at least one movement more. I could do that, right?

I really couldn't. 

Every tick was painful, dragging out on my already low patience. I tried to fill up my head with every sort of nonsense all quintant, getting to a point where I was desperate enough to ask for another lesson in etiquette, to make up for every lesson I missed. It ended with me falling asleep whilst our preceptor kept ranting about why it is so important to maintain a straight posture at the dining table, and that rant lasted for a varga. In my short little dream I kept seeing Keith swinging from a chandelier with a juniberry in his mouth, and it made me jolt awake just as the preceptor turned around to announce that the lesson was over and that I was dismissed. My brain really knew how to play tricks on me, taking things I'd see in a quintant and basing off the weirdest dreams out of that. So in conclusion, the etiquette lessons wasn't much of a distraction.

I went with another tactic; asking Hunk and Pidge to come over to the castle. It was nothing wrong with that, since they often visited, anyways. Hunk and Allura went straight for the kitchen, but I silently checked up on Pidge in the dining room, sinking down into the chair beside her, watching wordlessly as she typed away on her little computer, waiting for her to acknowledge my presence, but she didn't. Eventually I asked: