Lance's POV
         After Kieth left no one wanted me around they just wanted Kieth. Kieth this, Kieth that. I was sick and tired of everyone complaining about me not being like him. So I am going to be like him.
         I woke up and went to the dinner room to eat breakfast. I walked in and I greeted everyone with a hello. "Not now Lance. We are trying to figure out how to train without Kieth. So please just shut up. Be more like him and be useful for once."Pidge snapped. I nodded and sat down. 'All I did was say hello, am I really that annoying?' After I finished I cleaned up and went to train. I need to be like him maybe they will except me and like me more and they will forget I'm Lance. They will see me as Kieth. I arrived at the training room and walked in, "begin training level one." I pulled out a sword. 'He's good with swords so will I then.'
      Allura walked in, "Lance what are you doing here this late?" I looked up and shrugged. I was in level 20 now and I was exhausted. "Lance if you don't get sleep then you will ruin Voltron trying to form!" She shouted at me.
"Sorry." I mumbled and left. 'All you need me for is making Voltron.' I collapsed on my bed and fell asleep.
     The past three months I went to breakfast and said nothing just like Kieth would. I even stood like him. My hair the past few months was getting longer. I was growing it out. I stopped flirting and never cracked a joke for the three months. I haven't spoken unless I was spoken to. Lately I've been helping with planning just like Kieth would. The team even started calling me Kieth.
       Every night I'd just collapse and cry. I want to be free from this pain. I want my friends to call me Lance again not Kieth. I slowly fell asleep.
    I woke up and went to the dinner room. I got breakfast and said nothing. Later I trained. I've gotten up to level 65 with a sword. I was training and training. I began to get hungry,"end training sequence." I walked into the kitchen and grabbed some food and ate quickly. I heard lots of chatter and I went to the command room and there stood Keith in his bom suite. I just stood there as I watched everyone welcome him home. I wanted to be there with them but, all I do is annoy and bother them so I didn't. Keith looked up and saw me. I locked eyes with him and said nothing. I was leaning against the wall with my arms crossed. I simply nodded and turn and left. I went to my room and cried as I grabbed my razor and let it dance over my skin. I saw the red ooze out of my cuts and relief and numbness washed over me.
Keith's POV
I look around at my friends and see Lance is missing. I heard the door open and I look up and there walks in Lance. He changed. He had long hair like mine, he looked more muscular and had a knife on his hip. He leaned against the wall and crossed his arms. He's closed himself off from the others no one sees it. I lock eyes with him. His eyes are now a dull blue. No longer the beautiful bright blue. His eyes hold nothing but hurt and betrayal. He nods and leaves. After he left I looked at everyone.
"Where is Lance?" I wanted to see if they remembered him. They look at me.
"Lance? Oh yeah he's........were has Lance been?" My brows furrowed and I pushed past everyone. I walk to his door and heard crying on the other side. Sadness washes over me.
I knock at the door,"Lance? Can I come in?" I heard a small gasp and scrabbling and the door opened a few minutes later. He looked at me.
"What do you want?" His voice was small and hoarse as if he hasn't spoken in a long time.
"Hey it's been a while. It's nice to see you. Can I come in?" I gently approached him. He looks at me and nods slightly. I smile and walk in. I sit on his bed. He hesitantly sat next to me. "Hey how have things been going while I've been gone?" He looks away.
"It's been fine."
"Obviously not. Lance what's wrong?" I hold his hand. He pulls his hand away quickly.
"What's wrong?!?! Well a lot. You are one of them. I have done everything to get them to like me! Do you know what I had to do?!? I had to look and act like you to even get recognized! They haven't called me Lance once since you left!!" He yelled at me with tears running down his face. I stood shocked. Lance had never been this emotional to me.
"Get out." He whispered.
"Lance....." I whisper softly concerned.
"Get. Out. Now!" He yelled at me and looked away crying.
"I'm sorry. I hope you know how much I care at least." I look at him and walk out. I heard the door shut and Lance wail and sob. I felt my heart break.
Lances POV
After Keith left I just sobbed and took off my jacket. I went to my desk and pulled out my razor. I sat in the corner cutting my arms and going up my shoulders. I pulled up my shorts and started cutting. I started bawling as I applied more pressure to the razor as it cut. I raised it to my neck and stopped. "I don't deserve the sweet release of death." I sat in the corner crying and bleeding. I could care less if my friends forgot about me and I died. The only question in my head was. "Why would anyone care if I left?" I whisper.