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The boy in the mirror stared blankly back at him, oceanic eyes boring into his skull.
His eyes.
He let his gaze fall across every small detail in his room, inhaling the Febreze scented air for the last time.
He was going to be away for awhile.
The teal sheets on his bed lay scrunched up, unmade and tangled. Sunlight filtered through the windows, dust mites caught in the rays of the setting sun. Picture frames sat askew atop the desk, wide grins evedent on everyone’s faces.
His hands trembled as he re-read the paper in his hands for the hundredth time.
Dear mamá,
I’m so sorry, none of this is your fault. I love you, and I know it’s ironic for your me to tell you this, but keep fighting.
Tell abuela that I’ll miss her garlic knots, and tell Marco he can have my room, if he wants.
Veronica and Rachel, you two will always be the best hermanas ever. Stay strong, even though I couldn’t.
Team Punk.
Please don’t miss me too much. I’m sorry for breaking up the garrison trio, but you two need to be free from me holding you back.
Shiro, make sure Katie sleeps before 2am and keep Hunk out of the kitchen past 10. Take care of them, since I won’t be able to anymore.
Allura, princess, light of my life, leader of the next free world, please don’t blame yourself. You did all you could to protect me, but you need to let go. Slay the universe. You deserve it.
Coran Coran the gorgeous man, keep on rocking. I won’t be able to listen to your stories anymore, but I’m sure my niece and nephew would love to hear all about juniberries. Take care of my family for me, entender?
And Keith.
Mi amore. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I love you so much it hurts sometimes, but I can’t let you waste away with me. You have a life ahead of you, meet a nice boy, have a fabulous wedding, a perfect family.
At least it’ll all end with me loving you. Forever, and a little more after that.
Te amo,
Lance.
Lance. That was his name. Lance. It was heavy on his tounge. Did it even matter anymore? He was so numb.
The ink warped and swirled in concentrated areas of the paper, damaged by water.
By tears. His tears.
He trudged across the room, the world in slow motion around him. Dull blue eyes welcoming his doom.
The noose was tied with a perfect knot. He learnt that in Boy Scouts, how ironic.
What’s meant to help will always harm.
The glow in the dark stars scattered across his roof glimmered almost mournfully, as if to say their final goodbyes to the boy who loved and loved and loved until he had no more love left for himself.
He climbed onto the stool stolen from the living room, paper still clenched in his hand. He still couldn’t feel the pain, the cold seeping into his bones.
I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry .
He slipped his head through the loop of the rope, eyes glazed over with unshed tears, too deep in thought to notice the sound of the front door opening.
“Please forgive me, mi querido.”
His voice was void of emotion, and he hadn’t realised he had spoken out loud before he heard the words, ringing in his ears.
He couldn’t hear the soft, “Lance?” From the other side of the door.
He kicked the chair from underneath him as the door burst open, revealing a mop of black hair and frantic violet eyes.
Lance let himself go lax as the rope cut off his air supply, ignoring the hysterical screams of his boyfriend. He felt hands lifting him up and tug, tug, tugging on the rope wrapped securely around his throat.
The world was fading to a staticky crackle, snatched snippets of rushed words making it to his ears.
“-bulance! My boyfriend tr-“
“Lan-!”
And oh, oh, this was bad. Pidge was too young too see this. No, no, no, no, no. This was not meant to happen.
The rope was being tug, tug, tugged again, and Lance could feel barely himself collapse to the floor, the world a blur of muddled shades of gray.
He could feel someone cradling his head, begging him just to breathe, dammit!
Keith.
He felt a selfish wave of bliss course through his body.
He would die in the arms of the man he loved.
He’d love him forever, and a bit after that.