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Keith was his rival, was the person he could tease, and was the person who gave him that sense of assurance.
With him gone, Lance manages to remain smiling.
The only difference now, was that with each night, his eyes became clouds and his tears became rain. His pillow was the puddle, drenched in tears.
When will the soft pitter patter of rain become the red paladin's storms?
[a Valentine's Day short story]
*updates every Monday*