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Amnesia
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Ongoing, First published Aug 31, 2021
Lance shot out of bed in cold sweat, breathing heavily, and crying.
He got out of bed and dashed towards Keith's room, as he walked through the door, he thought of his nightmare...
Right now all Lance wanted was to be held, by Keith, he ran to the bed and fell onto it, as tears once again started to fall.
Keith was gone.
And Lance couldn't do anything about it, 
He counted the seconds that passed, and ended up falling asleep in Keith's bed...
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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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"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.