Thanks For The Memories [Klance Fanfic] [WIP]

Thanks For The Memories [Klance Fanfic] [WIP]

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❝ℍ𝕠𝕨 π•”π•’π•Ÿ 𝕀 π•—π• π•£π•˜π•–π•₯ π•€π• π•žπ•–π• π•Ÿπ•– 𝕨𝕙𝕠 π•˜π•’π•§π•– π•žπ•– 𝕀𝕠 π•žπ•¦π•”π•™ π•₯𝕠 π•£π•–π•žπ•–π•žπ•“π•–π•£?❞ ❝𝕀 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 π•Ÿπ•  π•£π•šπ•˜π•™π•₯ π•₯𝕠 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 π•ͺ𝕠𝕦, 𝕓𝕦π•₯ 𝕀 𝕕𝕠.❞ ❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦ Keith Kogane and Lance McClain were the inseperable duo when they were eight and seven, however all things must come to an end. One leaves with his family and the other stays behind. However many times contact was attempted, neither got an answer from the other; this occurred for half a year before all attempts at communication ceased. Ten years pass and Keith had grown up never seeming to let go of the memories he created and shared with Lance, but he had grown bitter over the years. After the death of his father and the disappearance of his mother, the eighteen-year-old lives with the only person who stayed by his side. One day, as Keith was restocking shelves and displays at his part-time job, a tall brunet walked in to order some flowers. As Keith placed the order he dared to betray himself and look up to see the brunet's face, but doing so left him stunned, mystified, and angry. After ten years Keith had barely recognized the one who had left him, thus making him want to figure out who the brunet was only to find that it was his old childhood friend from ten years ago. Keith has two options: he can latch on or let go. ❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦❦ γ€Ž πŠπ„πˆπ“π‡ 𝐗 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 πŠπ‹π€ππ‚π„ 𝐀𝐔. πˆππ’ππˆπ‘π„πƒ 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 π’πŽππ†π’ 'remember' & 'no right to love you' 𝐁𝐘 π‹πˆπ€πŒ ππ€π˜ππ„ & π‘π‡π˜π’ π‹π„π–πˆπ’. 』
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Keith hated himself for liking Lance. His limber build, the way he carried himself with shoulders raised and chin held high. His blue eyes, dark like the sea's deep, inky bottom. His tangled mess of dark brown hair that stood at odd angles, and never seemed to obey Lance's vigorous brushing. His smooth, light brown skin as he crinkled his nose, or batted the sand from his eyes on a particularly windy afternoon. Even his laugh, as loudly obnoxious as it was, Keith adored. And that was the worst part, because, unlike Keith, Lance hated him. With every word he uttered, an argument seemed to arise. Lance constantly joked and poked fun of Keith, determined to one up him in every way imaginable. So, in all retrospect, Keith had every right to detest Lance in return. But that was the thing: he didn't. Even as Lance stood before him on the worst days - face scrunched and reddened, throat hoarse from the shouting - all Keith thought as he stood stone faced, eyes locked on Lance's chattering lips, was: 'wow, I really want to kiss this shit-head.' And then he was both mad at himself and the world. Mad at himself for imagining Lance in ways he shouldn't, and mad at the world for allowing Lance to be in his life in the first place. It was torture. As powerful as a lash to the chest, or a hammer to the kneecap. Especially now, as Keith stood above Lance's cold, unflinching corpse. The dead boy's bony hands crossed over his chest, shoulders squared atop the white, velvet cushion that rested inside the opened coffin. He wore the best suit and tie money could buy, and had his shaven scalp hidden by a head of hair that was similar, but could never match the boy's old image. The image before cancer. The image before hell. The image before Keith's every being crumbled to dust. *** A Klance au in which Keith discovers that him and only him can see Lance's ghost. COVER ART: kuurakuu on Tumblr

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