TRIGGER WARNING: attempted rape/ non-consensual acts, violence, character death. Inspired by the picture above. I can't find the artist, so if you know who made this picture, please tell me and I'll credit them.

Relationships are built on it. It's hard to gain, easy to lose. It's the backbone of daily life.

Trust - how easily some give it away. How easily it is picked up by those who do not deserve its benefits. How easily it is lost when the undeserving bearers of trust betray their unrighteous burden.

Lance never thought it would happen to him. It happened in stories and fictions and novels, but never in real life. Right?

Oh, how wrong he was. Perhaps if he had known, he would have been more careful. Perhaps if he had known, he would've ran long ago. Perhaps if he had known, he would never have talked to Keith in the first place. Lance could list a million things he would've changed if only he knew what they would lead to.

It would lead to love. It would lead to ignorant bliss, misplaced trust and numerous blind spots. If only Lance could have seen, maybe he could have prevented it all. He could have prevented their dating. He could have prevented their break-up. He could have prevented Keith's anger.

He could have prevented the gun to his head and the unwanted pair of lips smashed against his own. He could have prevented the cold yet desperate look in Keith's eyes and the terrified look in his own.

But he didn't prevent it.

And so Keith held the gun to his head as tears streamed down Lance's face. He stood as still as possible, no longer knowing what was going through Keith's mind. Maybe he would end up shooting him - it would sure make things easier for Lance. Maybe he wouldn't - it would make things cleaner for Keith.

"Why are you doing this?" Lance whispered as Keith pulled away. The ravenette only licked his lips in response.

"I missed you." He said, moving the gun to Lance's neck. The Cuban teen swallowed as the metal prodded his skin. "You made me happy, Lance. I thought you loved me."

"I-I did." Lance said, trying to be careful with his wording. He did his best to stare Keith in the eyes, but his eyes were so wide and menacing. He couldn't read him like he used to.

"I'll teach you how to love me again." Keith growled, forcing Lance into another kiss. Lance felt more tears stream down his face, and he tried focusing on them instead of the feeling of Keith's tongue in his mouth. He stiffened as Keith's hand wandered down to his stomach.

"What do you want from me?" Lance gasp as Keith pulled off for a breath of air.

"Isn't it obvious?" Keith asked, a ghost of a smirk on his lips. "I want you. You used to be nice. You used to love me. I want you to love me again, no matter what it takes." Lance gulped at that. Keith presses the gun into his neck again. "Sit." He motioned towards the couch behind them.

Lance carefully sat down on the couch, trying not to hyperventilate. If only someone would call him, or better yet, try to visit him - Hunk had been coming over every night since Keith was found cheating, but he was late... All thoughts of being saved were washed away when Keith pressed the gun into the back of his head.

"Do you love me yet?" Keith asked. Lance swallowed and took as deep of a breath as possible without hiccuping.

"Y-yes." He answered, hoping Keith wouldn't see through him. But the man narrowed his eyes.

"You're lying." He said, putting his hand around Lance's neck. "Tell me the truth."

"I love you!" Lance gasped, hoping in vain that Keith would believe him. It was no use.

"You lying ba-" Keith paused as someone knocked on the door.

"Lance? Lance, you home?" Hunk's muffled voice marked Lance's rescue.

"Hunk, call the police!" Lance yelled at the top of his lungs, wondering how much he could get out before Keith stopped him.

"I trusted you, Lance." Keith hissed. He shot up both of his legs for good measureand moved towards the door, where Hunk's panicked voice was barely audible.

"Yes, he yelled 'call the police', and then there was a gunshot." Hunk was whispering frantically, sounding as if he was a few feet down the hall. Keith slowly turned the doornob, then let the door fly open. Hunk screamed and dropped his phone, running towards the stairs. Keith started to shoot, prompting screams from other apartments.

Lance struggled to stay conscious as blood seeped from his wounds. He looked up to the ceiling as muffled gunshots rang through the air and thought one thing: how did it come to this?

Within minutes, the police were on the scene. They quickly took Keith down and arrested him, then brought Hunk and other bystanders shock blankets. They took one or two people to the hospital, but only Lance was unconscious.

Fortunately or unfortunately, he would never wake up.

Hey! How's it going? The ending feels a little forced to me, but I couldn't figure out a way to end it without making it too graphic. So, here you go! The next one after this is from really interesting prompt, so stay tuned, as it'll be published either tonight or tomorrow.