Lance ran to his room with hot tears burning against his eyes. After, yet another, yelling from Allura and not to mention the fact that she basically turned around and began praising Keith for keeping the mission going and using his so called 'skills' to help the Lions stay afloat. He didn't know why but everything about Keith made him feel low. He used to be confident with who he was and what he was like. But ever since he had met Keith he felt intimidated, like nothing he did was good enough for anyone anymore. He wasn't good enough anymore, so, that's what led him here, in his small bathroom, razor blade in hand, slowly cutting himself the core. Letting all the pain slowly bleed out of him. His tears slowly draining down his face. His heart slowing down from the blood loss. But not enough to where it was threatening. Just to where it was enjoyable. He slumped back against the wall, his breathing becoming more shallow, his mind finally at rest. His eyelids heavy as they finally shut. Bringing him into a beautiful blackness.
Keith walked back into Lance's bedroom, through all the praising that he was receiving from Allura he was able to see the glassy eyes that belonged to Lance himself. But before he could ask him what was wrong, he ran down the hallway not looking back. So, he was at Lances door, lightly knocking, calling his name. When there was no reply for the 6th time in a row, he decided he could just walk in, hoping that he wasn't naked. (If he was, it was be a great image for… later though) But he found that he room was empty.
He saw the bathroom door creaked open slowly, like in the horror movies. But, what he saw on the other end of the door was scarier than anything he had ever seen or had ever thought was possible. Scarier than any war picture. Scarier than any battle wound. Scarier than anything in the entire world, Lance laying on the ground, asleep, with cuts and blood on his wrist, a razor blade in his hand, his cheeks wet from tears, and his pants covered in the warm, red substance. Keith let out a silent scream as he knelt down by the latino boys side, yelling in his ear to wake up, please wake up. All he could say was for him to please wake up and don't leave him.
All he could do was wait for the beautiful blue irises to look up at him once again.
Those eyes that brought butterflies to his stomach to stare into his deep, gray ones once again.
Then, just when he thought he had lost the only person who meant so much to him, the beautiful irises were opened once again. The beautiful colored eyes were filled with a sorrow no one could put in words, one that he had never seen in his eyes, and before he could stop himself, he muttered the only words that were in his head at that moment.
"I'm sorry Lance."