Soulmate stages (klance soulmate au) DISCONTINUED FOR THE TIME BEING

Something strange. Part 29

Btw the ' ' thing is like mumbling or whispering 

 Keith's pov:

 Lance has been hiding, I'm not sure why. he seems hurt though. Every time I try to talk to him all I get back are hisses or groans. I want to help him, I know he's doing things that aren't okay.  I can feel him cutting, deep.  Every time he does it hurts me so much. 

I can feel him breaking, I'm fearful he's going to kill himself.  I don't want that to happen. even if I did just start love-loving him I still don't want him to die. 

We need him to form Voltron. I need him, he helps me. 

Dinner that night:

 he has to come out tonight, he needs food. 

"should we get lan-" hunk asks as the door opens, we all look to the door, its lance.  he looks skinner and weaker. he has bags under his eyes and it looks as if he's been crying. he has his jacket on with his hood over his head. He doesn't look up. 

He walks across the room over to the food thingy. He grabs a bowl filling it with the goo.  we all sit in silence as we watch him. when he turns we all look down. I stand up. I'm not taking this shit. 

"Lance." I say in a stern voice lance looks back at me. I notice he flinched. 

His eyes meet mine he still says nothing. "lance are you okay?" I ask walking over to him putting my hand on his shoulder. He pulls away he mumbles a soft, 'Don't touch me' I look at him. 

"lance babe, what's wrong?" He glares at me. Okay now I'm a little pissed at this boy. he's been hiding in his room for a fucking week or so and now he's coming out of his room. not only that but I go to touch him and he ducks away. 

I grab him by the hand and drag him out of the room. 

"What the fuck is up?!?" I say slightly yelling at him. he pulls his hand away, 'nothing' he's still looking down. 

 "no lance what's wrong?" I use a softer voice. I can tell he's hurt, but I don't know what happened. 

'well I can't say..' he looks down putting his sleeved hand over his mouth. his voice is like really horse. 

I wrap my arms around him, "it's okay lance," I start to gently pet his head, it seems to calm him down, "you can cry." he sniffles into my shirt. I feel a wet spot start to form. I pick him up caring him to my room. 

I lay him on the bed, I can tell something's wrong but I don't know what or how to help him.

He cuddles into me still crying, I hear him say things over and over again. I have no idea what that something is. 

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