Lance was in his room, he began to make scenarios in his head. What if I never see them again? What if I never get to have kids of my own? What if we all die tomorrow on the mission? , he thought to himself. He began to think of many ways on how they could die. His breathing became heavy, he felt his stomach feel as if it was doing cartwheels, his heart beginning to race, and his palms sweaty. Tears went to his blue eyes has his breathing went faster. He fell to his knees and hand.
"C-C-alm d-d-down," he stuttered out to himself. Keith, he's better then you. You're so pathetic, just sitting here having an anxiety from doing nothing.... You'll never be as Keith, Shiro doesn't care about you, then again... Who does? Lance heard a voice say in his head.
He went to the bathroom in his room after calming down slightly. He washed his face with the water from the faucet, he looked back in the mirror, his blue eyes blinking rapidly before he began to dry off his face with a sigh. He looked in the mirror, he needed something take this off his mind. He went to the train to the training deck.
As he trained, words whispered in his head, "Keith will always be better than you, go on, try to get Shiro, Allura , Pidge, Hunk, or even Coran to notice you, their attention will always be on Keith."
A sigh escaped the Cuban boy's lips. "Just keep on training," he whispered.
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Thanks for reading! Yes, I know. Im planning on having chapters be longer. XD this is trash... I'm trash.
Warning:If your not a shance shipper, don't read this story.
Vld doesn't belong to be, as much as I wish, nor any of the characters in this book... Just the story line.
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Fanfiction~Langst~ ~Shance~ Lance is trying to get better. He has depression and anxiety as it is, but its only piling up. They ignore his ideas, they favor Keith. The only words that they've heard from his in awhile is, "Yes sir." "No sir." "Thank you." "No...
