Remembered ||Voltron Langst fanfic

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Lances p.o.v

As we enter Keith and Shiro's place, Shiro glances back, his expression tense. "Keith, why don't you take care of Lance? I'm gonna let Adam know what's going on," he says, heading off towards another part of the house.

Keith gently grips my arm, guiding me into the bathroom. The room is stark, illuminated by the soft glow of the overhead light, making it feel all the more secluded and safe. I sit on the edge of the bathtub, watching as Keith gathers some band-aids and a wet washcloth from the cabinet.

As he approaches, his expression is a mixture of concern and regret. "I'm so sorry I didn't help you sooner... How did it get to this, Lance?" he asks softly, beginning to clean the gash on my arm with gentle, practiced movements.

I wince slightly from the sting, my gaze drifting. "I dunno... my mom liked him so I thought I had to like him by default..." I start, my voice trailing off as memories flood back. "He wasn't always bad. For the first few months, he would come home and put on some music, and we'd be in the living room dancing." A bittersweet smile touches my lips as I recall those fleeting moments of joy.

My smile fades as quickly as it came. "It changed in the blink of an eye. He suddenly didn't want me anymore," I add, the hurt evident in my voice as I meet Keith's gaze again, seeking not just solace but understanding in his eyes.

Keith's hand pauses, his touch comforting. "We're going to make sure you're safe now, Lance. You're not alone," he says, his voice firm yet gentle.

A single tear escapes down my cheek as the weight of my thoughts becomes too much. "I... I'm sorry, I just..." I stammer, feeling overwhelmed.

Keith gently places a band-aid on my cheek, his touch reassuring. "It's okay, Lance," he soothes, rubbing my cheek gently, helping to calm my nerves. He then pulls me into a warm embrace, allowing me to release the pent-up emotions I've been carrying.

Just then, Shiro enters, his voice soft but apologetic. "Sorry to interrupt, but your bed's ready, Lance." Grateful for his thoughtfulness, I stand, wiping away my tears. "Thanks, Shiro."

As Keith and Shiro head upstairs, Adam remains seated across from the couch I'm about to sleep on. He starts to speak, his tone remorseful. "Lance, I..."

I interrupt him, not in the mood for pity. "It's not your fault. Sam is the way he is, not because of you," I mutter, my fingers nervously fiddling with the hem of my hoodie.

"Why... why didn't he love me?" The words slip out, a raw expression of my deepest insecurities.

Adam rises and comes over, enveloping me in a comforting hug. "Sam is full of hate, and no one can fix that. You didn't deserve anything that he did to you," he murmurs, his voice soothing, but it stirs a turmoil within me, tempting tears to fall once more.

Attempting to inject a lighter note, he adds, "Are you sure you don't want Shiro to arrest him?"

I manage a weak chuckle, shaking my head. "No thanks, I have two more years, and then I can move out."

Adam nods understandingly. "Well... good night, kid." He walks off upstairs, leaving me to the silence and darkness of the room—a silence that feels both comforting and isolating.

More angst to come!
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