☀️Sometimes, by Anthony Amorim☀️
🔷Lance🔷
Sometimes, love will break you till you burst.
I love him. Every part of him. His laugh, his hair, his violet gray eyes. I love how he moves, how he talks, how he speaks. I love his voice, I love his smile. Everything about him makes me smile.
And Sometimes, you've just gotta come to terms with the fact that someone might not love you the same way that you love them.
He never looks at me. Never notices me. Whenever he does, it's on a mission or when someone else speaks to me. He's so addictive. Like a drug that I know is hurting me but I can't stop.
Sometimes everyday feels like the worst. And sometimes, you gotta say 'this fucking hurts'.
I stare at my ceiling. I can't stop thinking about him. But I know that he won't feel the same way. It hurts. Everything hurts.
Cause someone out there, might not make you feel as bad. And it sucks and I feel it coming for me, and id like to quit all this pretending.
I walk out of my room, smile on my face. He doesnt look my way. Allura turns and yells at me for being late. Oh well.
But Everytime I feel the pen in my hands, you go and write another ending.
All of my ideas were shut down. No one listened, all I got was a sympathetic smile from Hunk. He still didn't stand up for me. That's okay. I love him anyways.
Why do you tell me that you listen to my music, when you know that it's about you-
I caught him listening to my playlist yesterday. I wasn't mad. Just scared. He listened to it, and didn't say a word to me afterwards. Not like he ever did.
Oh my God, I can't do this!
I ran to my room again. No one seemed to notice. I feel my heart racing. I feel my clammy hands, and my short breaths. I can't. I can't stop it. I feel myself curl up onto the floor, hands over my head.
I'm broken, but I'm proud.
"I'm not feeling okay.", I whisper to myself.
But I've spoken so loud, so loud you've had to hear me say-
"That I want you so bad! But I'm still so close to giving up." I say a bit louder.
And everything we had, just feels like it was not enough.
My Bayard. It's right there. I could end it. End it all. Make the pain go away. Maybe... He'd finally notice me again?
And I really thought you wanted this, so why can't you just accept. The more you put away, the sooner there'll be nothing left.
I raise it to my head, scrambling down something on a small sticky note. The Bayard changes forms. I scream, incoherent words that make no sense to me. I hear footsteps, and screams.
"Lance!"
"Lance, bud are you okay?"
"Lance what was that noise?"
"Lance. What the hell was that, Lance."I smile, as I hear the door break open. I got to see his face one last time.
I whisper, just before pulling the trigger,
"I'll keep standing still, waiting here for you. Cause sometimes when your heart is broken, that's all you know how to do."
And everything goes black.
⚪third person⚪
It's quiet. No one says anything. It's completely silent until you hear someone scream.
It's not Pidge.
Or Hunk.
Not Coran.
Not Allura.
It's not Shiro.A blood curling scream fills the room, all coming from Keith. He's on his knees, falling shakily on to Lance's body.
"I'm so sorry." Is all that's heard from him.
Everyone else breaks out in tears. Hunk isnt even blinking. Pidge has been holding their breath for god knows how long.
Shiro catches sight of a bright pink sticky note on Lance's pale blue wall.
He reads it with a shaky breath.
Sometimes things are better off this way. Sometimes you have to leave cause' you can't stay. And when I turn to go, I won't look back at you. Sometimes when your heart is broken that's just what you have to do.
and, Keith...
Maybe you'll finally notice me now. I love you.
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🌠A/n... Wow that was terrible and confusing. But I do really love the song. Anyways, I'mma go get my life in check.🌠

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