True Love
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"You left us! You left me, Keith!!" He took a step back as he choked on his cries.
"Lance wait-"
"No!! Don't try to tell me to stop, or that you're here now!! You left me when I needed you the most!!" There was no more land behind him, but he didn't know that. He continued his steps. Keith panicked more.
"Lance, stop don't ta-"
"Stop what!?! Telling you the truth!?!? I won't because you need to hea-"
"Lance, seriously-"
"-r it!!! Keith, if you care about me, if you ever cared about me... The prove it. You won't you little bi-" The floor crumbled beneath him. He fell backwards, eyed wide, tears falling, he reached out.
"Lance!!!"
A hand took his own.
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