I was four when we moved into a small house in a deserted place. When we first settled in, our neighbors came over. I rushed over to the door were my mom stood, talking to the stranger, I ran up behind her, peeking from the side of her leg. She spoke to a very tall man with messy brown hair, his eyebrow had a scar and his face had stubble. He looked down at me and gave me a warm smile, I hid behind my mom.

        She patted my head and introduced me to the man, and his son who was one year older than me. He had short ebony tousled hair, gleaming metallic purple eyes, and a missing tooth along with a band-aid on his cheek. He shyly waved at me and I waved back cautiously. Our parents ushered us to the front yard to play.

    "Hi... I'm _________..." I was quiet, not knowing whether or not to trust him.

     "I'm Keith." He replied and pulled a  toy out from his pocket, it was a little space ship.

     "Keef?"

     "No, It's Keith."

    "Keef!"

             He grinned and shook his head. "We'll work on it."

     When I turned 6, we became inseparable. Even the school teachers couldn't find a way to get us apart. We were like two peas in a pod, we were together in all of our classes, and during lunch. He would scare off the mean kids who would bully me, in return I gave him a kiss on the cheek.

       When I turned 10, Keith started his 'When I grow up, I'm going to space!' Phase, or so I thought it was a phase until he convinced me to go to space with him, and I promised I would when he vowed to live on the moon and marry me. He shyly held my hand, looking away while his face was beet red.

          Three years later, I turned 13... he didn't hang out with me at recess, or sit by me in class. I was bullied alot because he wasn't by my side. He would talk to me sometimes but it was merely a "Hi ________." Or "Hey..." I tried to talk to him but he would brush me off like a piece of dust. I tried to talk to him however much I could but he just seemed to drift off further away... Then I just began to think back to the vow he made three years ago, was just a lie...

        At age 14 I joined the Garrison, although I was one year too young, I wanted to fulfill a promise to my mother, and that was to make her proud. I was passing most of my classes with the older kids, though I do admit it wasn't easy. It was difficult being away from home at first but then I got used to it, though I do admit that living with twenty different girls was the worst.

       15, I didn't have any friends, it really sucked because I didn't have anyone to talk to besides myself, I had almost forgotten about Keith, but I still thought about him sometimes. It's been two years since I had last seen him.

      I was assigned my first crew at 16, I was a Co-Pilot for a kid named Lance McClain, our mechanic was Hunk Garret, and our technician  Pidge Gunderson. We failed many simulations because of the three of them nagging all the time, Iverson started scolding them instead of me since I was always focused on my job.

       Late one night, Lance and Hunk came by the girls' barracks and woke me up by yanking my blanket off of me. Apparently they were sneaking out for 'team bonding exercises', which I was completely uninterested in, but somehow I was dragged along anyways.

         Long story short we ended up on a rescue mission to save one of the Senior officers that was presumed dead, crash landed in a ship not from Earth, he was rambling on about 'Voltron' and some other stuff about aliens coming to destroy our planet. Then we saw Keith, he went to rescue Shiro until Lance literally grabbed me by the arm and dragged me down the steep hill just to 'help'.

        After some bickering with Lance and Keith, we ended up hitching a ride with him on his hover bike, which we barely fit. Of course I was put behind him, my body pressed against his back. I didn't say anything and neither did he besides telling Hunk when to lean right or left every now and then.
        
           We made it to his small desert shack and Shiro had waken up, they were all inside while I stayed on the porch, their muffled voices could be heard. 'I want to go home.' I thought to myself whilst closing my eyes and sucking in a deep breath. The breeze tossed strands of my hair lightly as the sun rose, it must've been six in the morning already and I hadn't gotten one bit of sleep. The door creaked open as someone slipped out, I didn't even turn around to check figuring it to be Lance.

       "Enjoying the view?" The voice spoke, it wasn't Lance. It was a little bit deeper and more husky to be Lance.

         I stayed quiet, I didn't want to strike up a conversation so early in the morning.

          He sighed. Something obviously floating around in his head to say next, I moved the stray strands of hair behind my ear before gazing out at the miles of nothingness. I could care less about the person standing next to me.

         "___________, I know you hate me and you have all the right to, I was a terrible friend to you when we were younger." From the corner of my eye, I saw Keith lean on the porch fence, his attention drawn up to me and then below him. I sighed softly and shook my head.

      "I don't know why you avoided me once we hit sixth grade, do you know how much I went through?" My voice broke the tension that hung in the atmosphere, I heard Keith suck in a breath as if he were to say something, but he didnt. After a few moments of silence he finally willed himself to speak up.

        "I'm sorry... for not being there for you, leaving so suddenly. It really was a jerk move but... I just thought I didn't have everything until I lost you."

       I looked up at him with wide eyes, my heartstrings were tugged by that last line. He gazed up at me with a sincere apologetic smile. I pushed myself off the rail and hugged him, tears threatening to fall. A sense of home was nostalgia in his arms, although he tensed up in the beginning, he relaxed and we stayed like that for a while.

         "I'm sorry for letting you drift away, I should've done something. Ever since you've been gone, it felt like I had no purpose. I love you Keith, I love you so, so much..."

                 "I love you more, __________."