Lance pov
I walk around the castle trying to find something to do. Everyone else seems to be asleep, while I having too much energy, just can't. I sigh and mumble to lyrics to Halo by Beyonce. Out of my random wandering, I end up at the observatory. I walk up to the center and plop right down on the cold floor. Everywhere in this castle seems cold, no feeling of warmth or home. I stare up at the vast of space, littered with twinkling lights. I remember back on Earth, I used to sit up on the roof when I could escape and stare right I to the stars. I always thought, 'im gonna go up there some day. It's gonna be amazing. I'll have the best time of my life.' If I could tell my past self how I really go to space, My past self would run for the hills and never think about space again. I would've stayed right beside my mama and never leave. She would hug me and make my whole body warm with her aura of love and safety. I would devour her cinnamon rolls and watch cringy romantic comedies that we find on the t.v. She would laugh and consume me with it. My papa would say "Hijo, why do you watch these things. Their ridiculous. Look what their doing to your mother" with a chuckle. Me and my siblings would run around and have stupid arguments. Fighting over who gets the shower first and who gets the passenger seat. I would let my sister's do my makeup and hair. My brothers would race with me. We would go to the beach and chase each other till our feet hurt. We would surf for hours, tan and sunburn at the same time. My brother Marco would chicken fight with Veronica against me and Heiddy. (Hay-de). There would be no chaos. I wouldn't be stuck in space. Millions of miles away from my family, the light of my life. I wouldn't fight and ancient galactic war against purple furries. I wouldn't have to fly a giant robotic lion that's seems smarter than me. I wouldn't have to train endlessly and be talked down on by the rest of the team. I wouldn't be sitting here, feeling nostalgic and homesick. I wouldn't be unhappy. Stuck somewhere cold. Dark. Somewhere that emits war, blood, loss, and sadness. I would be somewhere warm. Safe. Comfy. Happy. Loved.
But I'm not.
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ФанфикProbably no longer updating Heyo.... I'm changing the description... again 😀 This book was the is full of the first things I've ever written, little stories with plots. The beginnings were..... horrendous. Hopefully, I have improved.... hopefully...
