Keith quietly sat in the hospital room listening to the quiet sniffling of Allura on the other side of the green curtain that kept Keith from her sight. When Shiro had left, Keith had taken over watch while Coran continued to be mercilessly questioned by the police about everything he had seen in his home. This was something Keith didn't know how to help with.

He never had anyone there for him when he was at his lowest point in life where he found himself secluded from the other children at school simply because his adoptive parents wanted to force him into being a child star. No one could see how much he wanted to have a normal life with normal parents and a normal friendship. He didn't know how to help Allura since he never got the help he needed when he was younger. Hell, she didn't talk to anyone except for the female officers and nurses, and very few words were shared with Coran, but otherwise, she didn't interact with the opposite sex.

Keith crossed his arms over his chest as he frowned deeply and leaned back in the wheelchair doctor Ari had forced him to use for when he wanted to take a stroll around the hospital. He was still hooked up to his IV which annoyed the hell out of him but he didn't mind being out of his room, even if he was doing it for a reason other than his own selfish reasons.

His stomach grumbled slightly which made him stir in his chair in discomfort. Allura had been refusing food so she must have been just as hungry as him, if not worse since he was restricted from eating for twenty-four hours. He didn't say a word as he wheeled himself out of the room and over to the nurse's station where nurse Morris was working diligently as he filed away some patient charts the doctors gave to him.

The blonde man looked over the counter when he heard the irritated kick from Keith sound from the other side of the desk. His brown eyes shined slightly in amusement as he placed his chin on his hand and smiled down at Keith, "What do you need Kogane?" He asked with an uplifted tone to his voice as if the little break from filing was the best part of his day.

Keith pouted slightly as his stomach grumbled obnoxiously loud making the nurse stifle a laugh with his hand. "Food," Keith stated simply as his purple gaze shifted awkwardly to Allura's room where he could see her silhouette against the curtain thanks to the light from the sun outside.

Nurse Morris shook his head and snickered, "You know the rules Kogane, no food twenty-four hours before surgery!" He sang before he leaned over and ruffled Keith's hair against the little guy's own will.

"Hey," Keith swatted away the pretty nurse's hand with a bilious look on his face. So what if nurse Morris was the cutest nurse in this damn hospital? Keith didn't like people screwing with his hair and Morris was definitely no exception to this unspoken rule. "It isn't for me asshole," Keith hissed before he pointed to Allura's room with a frown on his face, "She's probably hungry and I don't want her to get sick."

Morris's smile faltered slightly as his coffee-colored eyes stared into the room quietly. Then he shook his head and sighed deeply with a sympathetic look on his face. "Listen, your friend in there isn't going to get any better if you pester her with things like food. She has to fix herself before-"

"Just give me a dollar for the vending machine or I'll pickpocket it from the next doctor that walks by me," Keith growled as he glared at Nurse Morris and stuck his pale hand into the nurse's face as he motioned for the money. "You know I'm not bluffing."

Morris's face blackened in humiliation as he dug out a dollar from his back pocket and placed it into Keith's hand with a grunt. "If I catch you munching on it I'll be sure you don't get that surgery."

"Then I'll be dead and happy," Keith smiled at his nurse before he used his legs to push against the desk in order to wheel himself back before he began to head towards the vending machine humming to the tune of the stupid elevator music he heard coming to this floor earlier.

Who was nurse Morris to tell Keith what Allura could or couldn't do? She was her own person who had fought for her life so brilliantly and survived through something so many would have crumbled from. She was so brave. Keith struggled to put the dollar into the vending machine as he frowned in irritation. He knew she would get through this, she had to. She was the girl who was going to be President so she couldn't be dragged down by this. Sure she was going to need time to recover, but she was the only one out of the entire group who had the most promising future ahead of them. Keith was going to forever be condoned to living in the shadow of magazine covers and modeling jobs, Shiro would always be haunted by his past, Pidge would never truly be able to find himself in the right place in this ever-changing world, Hunk would always be too anxious to try something new, and Lance was... he was still trying to figure out his own personal demons.

He pressed the buttons for the chocolate muffin and watched it intently as the machine slowly pushed it forward until the edge of the wrapper got caught on the slot it was in. "Oh come on!" Keith said pathetically as he slammed his forehead against the glass separating him from the food he was buying for Allura. "I just want to be useful to her, let me have this one thing."

Keith was already feeling hopeless from not even being able to mumble a single word of reassurance to the white-haired girl who was suffering so greatly that he didn't need this to be happening right now. It was like God himself had a vendetta against the small group of friends he had already abandoned long ago. Was it because they were all just his personal set of rejects? Were they the ones he screwed up on so badly he decided to just push them into a corner and ignore them simply because they were just more complex than his personal favorites who could smile and joke without feeling any pain on the inside?

"That's not how you get it out..." A gentle sigh sounded from Keith's right that prompted him to lift his head up with a scowl. Leaning against a wall looking down at him was Lance, a Lance wearing a really baggy Supreme sweatshirt and ripped up jeans that Vivian had bought him.

His blue eyes were soft as he stared down at Keith, the tips of his ears a slight shade darker than the rest of his skin and his lips pulled together in a slight smile that seemed so soft and warm. Keith felt his heart skip a beat as he became self-aware of how weird he must have looked to his crush. He was a total mess on wheels with his hair all messy and his clothes all wrinkled. He was so astonished by the fact that the Cuban boy was even here and without that stupid little leech attached to his side for that matter. It was like a page straight from a fairytale, wasn't it? Lance was like Keith's prince that shined so brilliantly out of the rest of the princes in his kingdom while Keith was nothing but a lowly peasant who wasn't allowed to find love outside of the farm he slaved away on.

"Lance?" Keith breathed before his face turned red hot as he tried to wheel himself away to Allura's room in order to lock himself in there with his friend.

Lance's expression changed slightly as he covered half his face with his sweatshirt's sleeve and looked away from Keith. "Y-yeah. I came to see Allura and you but I s-see you're struggling right now," he mumbled before he reached into his back pocket and dug out his wallet in order to give the machine another dollar to buy yet another muffin in order to get the other one unstuck.

Keith's purple eyes followed the muffin as it fell to the bottom of the machine, but the one that Lance had bought got stuck exactly like how the last one did. Keith looked up at Lance in guilt, "Sorry you wasted your money, Lance," he stated as he leaned forward to reach inside the machine only to wince in pain and grab his abdomen. "Shit," he hissed.

Lance frowned as he put his wallet away and crouched down to grab the muffin from the machine before he froze with his arm inside of the machine and this distant look on his quiet face. "You okay?" He whispered quietly as he shook his head and pulled the muffin out to awkwardly place it onto Keith's lap.

Keith was puzzled by Lance's odd behavior, it was like the boy was a completely different person than before. He seemed conflicted and thrown off balance, he seemed to be exhausted and wary. His bruises from the fight at school the day before were still there and they didn't look like they would go away anytime soon but Keith didn't mind it even the slightest.

Keith nodded slightly as he held the muffin in his free hand, "It's just the cancer thing," he said quietly in response before he raised his eyebrows in concern, "But are you okay? You seem like you're bothered by something? Is everything okay with Nyma or-" saying that name nearly caused Keith to gag but Lance smiled and stifled a laugh as he cut off Keith.

"You're worried about me? That's weird, I'm not the one on my death bed," Lance looked up at Keith with this softest look he had ever given another person.

His eyes were full of conflicting emotions that Keith couldn't quite place a name to them because there were just so many, but he couldn't help but feel the urge to lean over and kiss Lance again. Lance seemed to be struggling with something internally just like everyone else, but for that moment, it seemed like Lance didn't seem to be too worried as he reached up and ruffled Keith's hair gently.

"I'm all good, bro."

Keith blushed and nearly squished the muffin in his hand as he averted his gaze away from Lance. God, why was he being so gross to him? Keith could get a cavity by how sweet Lance was being. "S-shut up," Keith grumbled as he turned his head away from Lance but made no effort at slapping his hand away from his hair.

Lance laughed slightly as he stood up and made his way behind Keith in order to start pushing him back towards the hospital room where Allura rested inside of. "There's the little moody Keith I know," he stated quietly.

The two of them were silent as Lance wheeled Keith back to Allura who had finally stopped crying and was now quietly humming to herself like some sort of coping mechanism. Lance stayed in the doorway as Keith rolled up next to the opening between the two curtains that had been pulled together upon the quiet girl's request. He swallowed down his awkwardness as he looked down at the muffin in his hand and up through the slit to see Allura staring out the window at the trees outside that danced with spring's gentle breeze.

She looked like hell, to say the least. She had stitches on the side of her head where the doctors had pulled a shard of glass from her wound and her dark skin was bruised slightly by the injury. Her eyes were red and had dark circles beneath them while her neck was covered in tiny little marks from where her attacker had made his move and her right arm had a large handprint on it probably from when Lindon had been hurting her.

Keith wanted to kill Lindon for even doing this to someone like Allura who wouldn't even harm a fly without feeling bad about it later on in the day. The asshole was in a different hospital stuck in a coma from major brain damage caused by Allura's rage during the entire fight. Coran told the police that her lamp had been ruined with blood and pieces of hair on it and so it was noted that she had to have used that as a defensive weapon. Lindon deserved it, he deserved to suffer for his crimes and he deserved to be punished by whatever all knowing power there was watching over the world. He deserved to perish for everything he had done to Allura.

Keith pushed aside his hatred for the man he had harmed his friend and slowly pushed the muffin through the curtain, but made sure to turn his face away so that he didn't alarm Allura. "Here," he stated quietly as he waved the muffin around on the other side of the curtain. The only response he heard was of Allura falling silent as she shifted her position in the bed.

"Listen," Keith sighed quietly and closed his eyes, "I don't know what you went through okay, I know I'm not qualified to give you some sort of pep talk but you need to eat. If you just sit there and cry you're not helping yourself, you're making your problems worse and trust me; if I'm starving from twenty-four hours of no food then you must be pretty well aware of the pain in your stomach right about now right? You can help yourself by first taking a bite out of this muffin I forced a nurse to pay for."

He was now becoming frustrated with how Allura was acting. She was just staring at the muffin he held in his hand for her as he waited patiently for her to take it from him in order to eat. She didn't budge. Keith opened his eyes and felt irritation beginning to control his actions as he peeked through the curtains to see Allura watching his hand with a quiet face of caution and fear.

"Take it," he persisted with a firm voice. "Take it and get better for us, for you."

Lance closed his eyes and furrowed his brows slightly before he walked over to gently place his hand on Keith's shoulder. "She doesn't want it Keith, don't force her to-"

"You don't know what she wants, none of us do and I wish everyone would just stop assuming she wants to be left alone!" Keith shouted with tears welling up in his eyes. He wasn't even sure if he was trying to defend Allura anymore, he didn't even know what he was saying. It was just words being spewed out in the heat of the moment like his mouth hate irritable bowel syndrome or something. "Isolation hurts the most when all we want is the comfort of others Lance, she's confused about everything right now and she doesn't know what she wants! She doesn't understand that she's just making things worse for herself okay so don't even try to-"

His words were cut off by the feeling of a cold hand touching his on the other side of the curtain as the muffin's wrapper crinkled. Keith looked through the curtain to see Allura timidly taking the muffin back to her bed with the darkest expression on her face he had ever seen. He dropped his hand down next to the wheel of his chair as he watched her open up the wrapper and shakily hold the chocolate muffin up to her parted lips. She looked so disgusted, so upset, so done with life as she choked back a sob and began to whimper as she took bites and gagged on her food slightly.

Lance stared at the shadow she cast on the curtain and slowly reached up and placed a hand over his stomach as he watched her begin to cry over forcing herself to eat. He was turning pale the longer they sat there listening to their friend's gentle sobs from the other side that sounded like an animal struggling along in life.

Lance squeezed his eyes shut for a long moment and tightened his grip on Keith's shoulder slightly before he took a deep breath and began to wheel Keith out of the room. "Let's allow her to eat for a little bit," he said quietly as he closed the door behind them while Keith struggled to look around the taller boy that towered over him in order to make sure Allura was okay before they left.

"What did you do that for?" Keith glared at Lance accusingly as he watched the skinny kid walk around the wheelchair to sit in the only chair near Allura's room.

"When I did that back in middle school, I didn't want anyone to hear me," Lance said as he looked down and pulled at the sleeves of his sweatshirt, "I don't want her to feel embarrassed over what she's feeling right now by listening to her."

Keith lost all the irritation he had been feeling inside of himself as he lowered his gaze to the floor. Sometimes he forgot Lance barely ate, the kid carried on with life as if it were normal. Sure his skin was paler than his family's, maybe his breath stunk a little bit, he was skinnier than Keith and sure you could see his ribs, but the way he carried himself made it look like he was a normal person until you witness his episodes when his condition kicks in.

Keith glanced over at the vending machine to see the extra muffin hanging onto the machine for its life and he felt his heart sag a little inside of his chest. "Have you eaten today?" He asked Lance as he looked back over at his friend.

Lance remained silent before he gave a weak little shrug, "I had a sip of coke from my sister's drink at school and-"

Keith reared back and slammed his fist into Lance's shoulder in anger, "You need to eat or you're not going to be getting any better!" He scolded the boy as he went to go wheel himself over to the machine.

Lance stopped him by placing his leg on Keith's lap as he held his hand against the shoulder Keith punched with this expression full of pain painted across his face. "I'll eat when you can, I want to talk to you about something later anyway if you're fine with that."

"What is it?"

"It's about Nyma and um," Lance's pained expression became one of conflict as his ears turned red, "and something else that I need to tell you about."

Keith raised one of his thick eyebrows as he carefully placed his right hand onto Lance's leg he had stretched across Keith's lap, "Are you and Nyma okay?" He asked out of genuine concern. He may be in a wheelchair but it didn't mean he wouldn't run over that barbie doll looking bitch in a heartbeat.

Lance nodded, "We're okay," he stated before he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment, "I just need to talk about something that happened last night."

Keith was genuinely confused, what the hell did this string bean want to talk about if everything was okay with his girlfriend? Surely nothing eventful happened last night. "Uh," Keith slowly looked at where Lance was staring only to find him staring at the boy's lap in confusion. "What happened? Did you two have se-"

"God no."

"That was rather quick," Keith stated as he raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise at how Lance was eager to cut him off before asking if he and Nyma had sealed the deal yet. "If it wasn't that then what was it, Lance?"

Lance closed his eyes for a moment and took in a deep breath as he probably tried to clear his head before talking. Then, he slowly let out the breath and opened his tourmaline-blue eyes to look at Keith with seriousness, "Last night I was doing something with Nyma and when I was trying to keep myself uh- entertained- something weird happened and I thought of-"

"I don't want to know about your weird masturbation habits Lance," Keith stuck his tongue out in disgust. If it was about anyone else but Nyma maybe he would've listened like a normal friend, but he just didn't want to know about the intimacy in the screwed up relationship Lance was in.

Lance turned bright red as he waved his hands around in front of his face, "N-No," he exclaimed before he slumped his shoulders in defeat, "It not what you think Keith when I was in the middle of it I thought of y-"

"Keith Kogane!" A familiar shout echoed through the hallway causing Keith's spine to tingle in fear as he looked over his shoulder to see a very angry Doctor Ari.

"Oh god it's time for my surgery isn't it?" Keith began to hyperventilate as he pushed Lance's leg off his lap in fright. "Oh dear god she's going to murder me!" He wheezed.

He wouldn't willingly admit it, but he was absolutely terrified of the thought of being forced under a scalpel. It wasn't that he was afraid of getting surgery but rather what he'll see it or what would happen if it failed. He was always scared of falling into his subconsciousness where he his away all the memories that had burned a hole into his heart and left him alone for so many years. He was afraid that the surgery wouldn't get rid of his problems and only reveal them to be much worse than originally planned. He was so afraid of the what if's that he was about ready to wheeze himself into his own grave.

"Whoa," Lance hooked his arm around Keith's body before the boy could roll away from the doctor stomping down the hallway in rage. "Keith calm down, she's only going to help you, remember?" Lance tried to calm down the frightened boy who struggled against him.

Keith didn't care what she was doing, he wanted to keep himself safe, safe from the fears that his in his heart. "W-What if she can't?" Keith asked as he looked over at Lance with terror filling his body and reflecting through his eyes. His chest felt tight and his lungs struggled to grab onto the little amount of air he managed to breathe in.

Lance looked over at the doctor for a moment before he slowly leaned over and pulled Keith into his arms and placed his hand on the back of his black hair gently. "Don't worry Keith," Lance whispered warmly and stroked the messy black locks with his hand. "Whenever I feel scared I like to think of my family and how they'll always be there when I open my eyes again."

"But I don't have a family, Lance," Keith began to tear up as he shook uncontrollably in Lance's arms. "My adoptive parents just see me as a cash cow and I don't even remember my mother!" He whined.

"You have Vivian and everyone in our friend group Keith," Lance whispered as he held Keith even tighter, "You have me as well."

"Will you be there for me when I open my eyes again?"

"I'll be there even when they're closed, I promise you that."

Keith felt his entire body go rigid as he buried his face into Lance's neck and tried to hide how frightened he was. He was scared of Lance breaking his promise. He didn't know if Lance would leave him in his room like his father had left him all those years ago at school, helpless and scared. He clenched Lance's sweatshirt in his fingers as he held the boy tightly in his arms, he didn't want to let go and leave behind the only thing that kept him anchored to reality because the moment he let go he knew he would fall back into his doubts and insecurities. He wanted to have the only thing that managed to make him a total crybaby to remain at his side.

"Come on Keith, we're late to your surgery," Ari grunted as she grabbed the back of his chair firmly.

Keith and Lance were pulled apart mercilessly as Keith allowed a single tear to slide down his cheek. He reached out and felt his fingertips graze against Lance's smooth skin as he was pulled from his only sense of reality. Lance seemed to be almost as frightened as Keith as he managed to get a hold of Keith's hand and entwine their fingers together.

"I'll be here Keith, I swear on my own life," he stated before he managed to step forward and place a gentle kiss on the top of Keith's forehead as Ari gave the two boys a sympathetic look. Lance let go of Keith's hand and stood in the hallway watching the boy be wheeled away by the doctor with his hand against his chest. "I swear," he whispered to himself as he met Keith's frightened purple gaze for the final time.

It took a while before he was finally operated on and it was painful for Keith to listen to the doctors and nurses prepare everything. They talked in medical terms as Ari and her intern was suited up in their surgical gear and had their masks placed over their faces. They told him exactly what they were to do; they were going to put him under anesthesia, make an incision point near the affected area, from there they would begin the removal of the bad part of his liver. He quietly watched as the nurses sterilized the surgical equipment, his heart racing in his chest as he swallowed down his fears. He felt sick as he watched them place the little mask over his face to put him to sleep.

He felt like a trapped animal here.

As he opened his eyes after counting backward from ten as instructed he found himself in his old room with his father reading to him as he sat in his bed.

"The scary googly-eyed monster never returned again, especially not after the bravery of Moony Moore!" He said in a thick country accent as he closed the children's book with a gentle smile on his face.

Keith smiled brightly at his father as he giggled childishly. He loved the adventured of Moony Moore and her pet cat. "Again papa, again!" Keith exclaimed in enthusiasm as he gripped the blanket he sat under with his tiny little fingers. "I wanna hear it again."

Keith's dad scratched at his scruffy five o'clock shadow as he let out a sigh, "Again? That's the third time kiddo, you're gonna make your papa be late for work again tomorrow!" He groaned in exhaustion.

Keith pouted in sadness and crossed his arms over his chest as he furrowed his thick little eyebrows the other kids at school loved to make fun of. "Fine..." He mumbled in disappointment.

Keith's father stared at him for a long moment, his brown eyes searching the young boy's disappointed face before he let out a little sigh and ruffled his kid's hair a bit. "How about I tell you a story about your mother Keith," he stated and then smiled quietly to himself as he looked out the only window in the room with them.

"I don't wanna hear about her," Keith whined and shook his head, "She doesn't love us anymore!"

His father gave Keith a look of hurt as he lifted his hand up and off of Keith's head slightly. "Don't say that Keith, she loved us so much," he said in a strained voice. "So much," his voice cracked slightly.

Keith swatted his father's hand away from the top of his head and buried himself under his blankets, "If she loved us why did she leave us?" He whimpered as his chest began to hurt.

There was a deafening silence in the took that felt like it lasted years until Keith's father placed his hand on top of Keith's head again above the blanket this time. "She was an amazing woman, she was a kindergarten teacher. She always talked about being able to have you in her class when you came of age, she was glowing all the time when someone would ask about her little baby bump that had you. She'd go on these long," his father laughed slightly as tears welled up in his eyes, "long rants about how amazing you would be when you grew up. she had dreams for you."

"Don't blame your mother for the things that go wrong in your life Keith. She loved you so much and I'm sure she still does even if she did leave us behind to start on a new journey in a different life. You can't hate her for what she did, and you can't hate me for any mistakes I make in the future because it's out of my love for you. We love you to the moon and back kiddo."

Keith closed his eyes and ignored the feeling of his father's touch on the top of his head. He remembered how in the months to come his father carried on with life as if the little speech he gave his son had meant nothing and that it was just a simple little bump in the road until Keith stood outside in the rain waiting for his father in the car line.

He gripped the straps of his backpack tightly in his fingers as he listened to the kids around him giggle at the fact that he didn't have an umbrella and was being soaked in the unrelenting rain that fell and fell onto them all.

"Look at Keith," One whispered.

A giggle followed, "He's so poor he can't even afford an umbrella!"

"I heard his mom left him because his dad wasn't rich."

His gaze fell down to the water stained cement as he shivered. His clothes were plastered to his sides and his hair held onto the sides of his cheeks. His skin felt like snow, cold to the bone and stung with each drop of water that touched it. Were those kids right? Did his mother really leave him because his dad was too poor? Where was his dad? Why couldn't he just be like all the other kids? Why was he different? Why didn't he have a mother?

His eyes stung slightly as his teeth sunk into his bottom lip and the hole in his chest widened even more the longer he stood there alone with nothing but all those unanswered questions to keep him company. His purple irises followed the happy kids with their mothers and fathers as they were walked home hand in hand with little umbrellas keeping them nice and dry. He watched as those mothers smiled down at their kids with so much love, with so much warmth in their smiles and how happy they seemed to be seeing their child once again.

Keith watched them leave one after another, as kids jumped into their parent's cars squealing as they escaped the rain all the while he stood there looking more and more depressing and pitiful. He didn't know what was wrong with him, why wasn't his father here?

Then, the stinging from the rain ceased as an umbrella was held over his head in order to keep him from getting soaked even more even though it was impossible at this point. "He's late again?" A deep sigh sounded from a woman standing above Keith with a disappointed look on her face, "I'm going to have a long talk with your father when he gets here."

Keith looked up to see his teacher, Mrs. Schwartz, standing above him with her hand on her hip and a very stern look on her face. Her auburn hair was pulled back into a ponytail and her grey eyes were narrowed as she kept the rain from falling on Keith anymore. "I'm sorry..." He whispered.

"Huh?" Mrs. Schwartz looked down at keep with astonishment in her eyes, "You shouldn't apologize for the mistakes of others Keith, it isn't your fault."

But wasn't it? He and his father were poor and could barely afford living expenses let alone all the things he needed for school. His father slaved away with two jobs just to provide for him; how wasn't it his fault after all?

He lowered his gaze and sniffles as he tried to hold back his tears from the world. Why did his parents hate him? They stood there for half an hour before his teacher took him inside and with the help of the other staff members, they found him a fresh set of dry gym clothes he got into until social services came. He never saw his father again after that day even after social services called and called his cell phone to see if he were there. They called hospitals to see if there had been an accident, but it was like his father, just like his mother, had disappeared from the face of the earth.

After that all he knew was the foster system, he floated around it until two parents picked him up with their young daughter in tow and forced him into stardom. He felt so exposed every time he had cameras pointed at him, every time it rained he would cry himself to sleep in that giant, lonely home he lived in. His little sister was the only person to truly care about him but even so, she wasn't enough.

He couldn't ever find someone that could bring him back to the old him. The kid with that stupid sparkle in his eye, the child who only saw hope in the world. Instead, he only saw sadness and reality. There was no utopia, no nirvana, no paradise, nothing that held enough positivity that could outweigh the negativity in his life. He stole from others in hope to gain what was stolen from him. He was cuffed over a silly dream. He breathed in the poisons from the devil himself to have a buzz that made him feel something close to happiness. He did everything to avoid that hole in his heart that grew larger and larger the longer he was alone in this godforsaken world.

That is until he opened his eyes to find something close to a miracle sitting near him in the hospital. Lance had fallen asleep in the chair next to the window with Mr. Bubbles in his skinny arms and his hair beginning to curl back up again like the night Keith saw him on face time. Keith smiled as he felt his eyes beginning to sting with unshed tears.

For once, he hadn't been left behind.

Hey, guys I actually managed to update today when I thought I didn't have enough time. Kudos to me for writing this all in one go today, it was hard.

Now, about this chapter, how was it? I hope I delivered a well-written chapter because damn I struggled today ;-;

This chapter was focussed on Keith's abandonment issues and Lance's developing feelings for Keith after the incident *Lenny face because I don't have it*

So I've figured out what my first published novel will be sort of if I ever make it that far. It'll be this but with original characters and a much more in-depth story. It will be longer and in a lot more details and it will keep the realism I have in this fan fiction. I'll only get started on it once this is over though since I do not want to jump too far ahead y'know.

Please leave criticism and or suggestions in the comments and I look forward to the next update :)

-Anri