Lance has given up on his depression getting better, and it only gets worse when a Voltron mission goes incredibly wrong. The mask he has been holding up forever finally starts to break, because after all, nothing can hold out forever.... . . . . Trigger Warning: This fanfiction contains references to self-harm and mental illnesses. A/N: Anyway, this is the first Voltron fanfic I've ever done, but I wanted it to be completely out by Season 8 (obviously that didn't happen T-T). It just so happens to be langst with a lot of regular angst for the other characters (because I like to make my poor little children suffer) Yay! ....I need serious mental help. Also the picture on the cover is not mine (It's on Amino and was done by a lovely person going by the username of "tremoar"), and I also don't own VLD either, but I do own the storyline.