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Farewell Letters

Warnings:
*some cursing*
*also a lot of POV swaps*
*happy-ish ending?*
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Hunk's POV

I finally had the courage to grab the paper on Lance's desk, opening it to see his last written words. Reading it out loud, it said:

Dear everyone,
Don't you get so tired of life?
That's always the first thought that pops into my mind when I wake up. No matter where I am, on earth or in space, this question is always here.
It sucks, cause my answer is always yes but I can't do anything about it...
And believe me, I tried.
Always always end up failing, until now.
I'm a cowardly loser who can't do anything right.
I can't even shoot straight, always messing up in training.
I can't shut my mouth, always distracting others.
I can't even kill myself properly, someone always finds me.
I don't know why everyone tries to save me.
They don't need to.
I want to leave.
I want to stop bothering them.
I want to finally be at peace.
So why?!
WHY!
Why does everyone want to save me!
Everyone screams at me, pushes me away!
I just want to help!
So why?
Why is it always me who's yelled at?
Why is it always me who's being punished?
Why is it always me?
Why me?
Why?
I just wanted some peace...

I finished, covering my eyes and taking deep breaths to not burst into crying again.
After a deep silence, Shiro quietly says
"There's more on the back."

Turning the paper over, I started crying again, dropping the paper and walking away.

I stumbled into my room, shutting the door and stuffed my face into my pillow.

After crying for what seemed like hours, I opened the wrapped box, which was given to me by Lance...right before the...

Seeing a cute little yellow lion plushie inside with new baking materials and a note, I felt more tears drop.

I took the note out and read it, wishing it wouldn't cause me anymore emotional damage, but alas, my wish wasn't granted.

Hey Hunk, my bestie,
Sorry for doing this to you.
I told you I was getting better but I guess I'm pretty good at lying.
Sorry.
And don't go thinking it's your fault for not noticing my lying, cause I've been training to cover up my shitty depression.
So it ain't your fault.
I'm really going to miss your hugs and your amazing cooking...
I'm sorry...
Maybe...I'll see you in another life, I hope you'll forgive me...
Don't grief over my death to much, haha
From your bestie, Lance

Grabbing the plush, I hug it and curled myself into a ball, wishing Lance was still here.

"Why? Why did it have to be you?" I softly whisper, falling asleep.

Keith's POV

After Hunk left the room, I made my way to the letter and read the words, running to my room, not wanting to be seen crying.

When the doors slid open, I sat on my bed, letting the tears flow out of my eyes, frowning and hoping this was all a bad dream.

I punch my bed several times, throwing everything I had around and did my best to not scream and curse.

I spotted the box in the corner of my room, which had my name on it, given to me by Lance beforehand.

I open it and see a red lion plush, something shiny and a note.

Grabbing the red lion plush and the note, I started to read.

Hey Keith,
Hope my death doesn't change you.
I know all we did was argue but I was hoping we could have at least ended in good terms.
Sorry if you remember me as a loud mouthed useless paladin.
If we ever meet in another life, I hope we'll be good friends.
I hope the switchblade will help you in the future...somehow?
Good luck in life.
From, your rival, Lance