Hello My Almost Dead Lover

Why didn't you?

The day had finally come, October 31st was upon the paladins. Though not all paladins are present yet, the ones that are, have a difficult job of waiting patiently, or impatiently in some cases.

Keith's POV

This is torture. I had to say goodbye 3 months ago, and now I have to say goodbye again. Why can't he just be normal for once and only die one time? If it wasn't bad enough he was coming back like the cocky bastard he is, he's coming back after he did that right before he left. God, he's so annoying. I'll kill him myself if it means I never have to see his stupid, annoying, cute- gah he's not cute. At all. Not cute at all.

I'm just watching Hunk run around the kitchen redoing all of the Cuban food he made already. He asked me and Pidge to taste test it and even though we said it was good, he had to remake it. This is his third time making enchiladas, second time making fried bananas. Gotta say those things are disgusting. Pidge and I made a rule where we couldn't throw up in front of Hunk so I grabbed an opaque cup to barf into.

"Okay, I think I got it this time." He places a plate of piping hot enchiladas in front of us, I lick my lips in anticipation. I take my fork and pick off a little, right as I stuff it in my mouth I hear a shout from Allura.

"LANCE!" I choke on the bite and start jerking around on my kitchen school. Pidge took the hint and smacked my back as hard as they could. A small piece of chewed up shredded pork enchilada shoots across the island.

"Ew, Keith that's disgusting. You're picking that up." Hunk cringes back and points to it.

I hold my heart looking at the ground breathing in and out, "yeah, I'll do that. You two go greet Lance." My breathy words barely escape my mouth.

I hear shuffling around and assume they left. That is until Pidge puts their hand on my shoulder and whispers in my ear, "you can't hide from him forever. It's hard on all of us, especially you and Allura. Show up please, for Lance." Then they walked away to where Lance was.

I let out a sigh of relief and sit up. He finally showed up. Not surprised it's fashionably late. It's almost 6 pm and we had been hoping to spend the whole day as a crew again. But alas, Lance probably slept in, or whatever you do when you're dead, then saw his family. Ha, family. When I'm dead I'll just haunt Shiro for all time, even if he is a ghost before I am.

About an hour has gone by since Lance showed up, not surprised no one has come looking for me, after all, Lance and I never got along. This whole time I've just been in the kitchen trying to come up with what I'd say to Lance when I see him. It's not like I don't want to see him, I just don't want to cry again when I see him. The pain I felt the first time was bad enough, I don't want to do it again.

I shiver as a chill runs through the room, probably the castle realizing my tears make the room hot. Ugh, why do I have to be so hot all the damn time? That's weird the chill is getting closer, wait- I turn around and see a set of ocean blue eyes. Such beautiful eyes swirled with purple and green fish swimming in the abyss of the iris. Small sparkles of the sun on the waves prance around the pupils and penetrate my soul. Before my head can process who these magnificent ocular delicacies belong to, I'm pulled into a tight hug. This cold was coming from Lance, my right arm, the guy who died on a mission, the man who made me cry. I feel my eyes begin to water again but I hold in the tears, I can't let my emotions ruin such a nice moment.

His cold body resembles the night air. Air... that's right... He's dead and this is his one day a year... how could I be so selfish and hug him for this long? Just a few seconds is too much, I need to let him go... again...

"Idiot, hug me back. It's awkward enough already." His mumbling into my ear makes me shiver throughout my body. I hug him back, with much inner protest throughout my mind. His arms wrap around me in such a caring way, the niceness of his touch makes me remember all the times we had together. The bonding moments and missions we had together, the petty arguments and fights we endured with each other.