langst one shots

Mirror

"YOU FOOLED US! YOU PLAYED MIND TRICKS AND GAMES! I DONT LOVE YOU!" I scream trying to make my very clear point. I yelled again hoping he would get the hint.

" I hate you! I haTE YOU I HATE YOU! YOU DESTROYED ME! I CANT EVEN LIVE A NORMAL LIFE! GO AWAY NO ONE WANTS YOU HERE!" tears are streaming down my face and my throat hoarse from yelling.

I walked into my room and flopped on my bed.

This is a problem for a nother day.

Then I fell asleep.

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For the past month and a half for every night it has been non-stop screaming going on between me and him. The fights last for hours.

Sometimes I worry if people hear us and I hope not. In some weird way I hope they do.

Tonight was particularly bad. The fight lasted 3 hours with me just screaming at him. He do not even respond.

After that I felt like a whole different person.

This is what I'm really like? Screaming at an unworthy person?

I hoped in the shower and quickly washed up. I got out and got dressed to get ready for dinner.

I steadily stride towards the dining room when I caught a nother glimpse if him. I chose to ignore it and I walk into the dining room.

"Hey what is up my awesome space family?" I asked confidently. They all looked kind of uncomfortable so I sit down not saying a nother word.

I shift in my chair in the unbearable silence. My fingers tapping the table as we eat. The only sound being heard was quiet chewing.

"Guys is everything okay? No one has talked in like 20 minutes."

They looked around the room waiting someone to answer.

"Lance, it's just that we are all very tired. It is nothing." Allura responded.

Eaveryone just nodded their heads. I didn't dig any deeper I just let it be.

Soon enough the excruciating silence came to an end when everyone started to leave. I just sat there doing nothing. Staring off into space.

I didnt even notice Keith came up to me. He started talking.

"Hey Lance, I can hear you yelling at your self in the mirror every morning.The way you say you hate your self... its horrible." His voice filled with concern.

"Man I dont know what your talking about."

I'm right though I dont know what hes talking about. That man in the mirror is not me.

"Look, Lance, if you need help ask."

And with that he left.

I dont know what he means. I dont need help. That person is not me. I'm lance. Not him.