Waves.

//Sequel to a silent cry.//

Home, associated with happiness and peace. By definition it's a place, normally a house with a white fence, and blue sky's consisting of a red roof. Perfect.

However, not everyone's home is a house, not everyone has a home to go back to,
What happens when Lance realises everything he had left behind was that. Left behind, no way to return it.

What happens when the garrison denys Lances acceptance letter, what happens when Lance is all alone, the only sense of piece he has left is the ocean.

Will anybody help him?
Who'll come in his darkest hours?
Who'll care?

"Isn't it lovely?
All alone, heart made of glass, mind of stone."

-disclaimer-
Mentions of depression.
Slow burn klance.