The sun poured out of the sky gently and warmed the chilled earth below slowly. The sky was gray, and the ground was powdered with frost.
Keith and Lance had planned to meet at the local café before heading to work. It was Lance's favorite, and Keith couldn't complain about the coffee.
Lance wore a gray shirt with a blue jacket, jeans, and slippers. Keith wore a black, long sleeved t-shirt, red vest, jeans, his signature, fingerless gloves, and combat boots.
"I miss the gang," Lance moaned.
"You'll see them in like an hour," the black-haired boy grumbled, taking a sip of his equally dark coffee.
"Yeah. At least we boys get a minute alone," the young man in the blue jacket said, wriggling his eyebrow.
"Cut that out," Keith scolded.
"The barista over there is kinda cute."
Keith rolled his eyes. He didn't mind his friend being flirtatious, but it drove him insane when he was around. Lance embarrassed him, to be frank.
"Let's go," Keith decided. "We were late yesterday. Might as well be early today."
"You're just scared Shiro will get mad," Lance laughed.
The boy in red put a hand on his hip and started walking out, knowing his comrade would follow. "I'm not scared. Our boss has us there early for a reason, that's all."
"He's like the only guy who hasn't fired you for blowing off work so much, you dropout," Lance taunted. "And you went from the I-don't-care-what-the-world thinks to a suck-up."
"Shut up."
Lance laughed.
Red turned to green.
"Lance, look out!"
The world turned into slow motion. Lance was in the middle of the crosswalk, an eighteen-wheeler truck creeping up on him. Keith couldn't seem to move.
ERkkkkkKk!
Blood.
Blood and metal.
Keith stared in horror at the image. His friend's mangled body was trapped under the truck.
He whipped out his phone.
"Keith!"
He dialed a number.
"Keith, I'm right here!"
"L-Lance! He got hit by a truck and-!"
An officer phased through the entity. "W-What?"
"He's dead!"
Lance looked around, terror-stricken. At his right was the morbid scene. He looked down at his shaking hands. They were transparent. His entire form was transparent. He ran up to Keith.
"K-Keith! It's okay! I'm right here!"
Lance ran through Keith. Keith shuddered.
Lance slowly turned his head. He…. Was he…. A ghost?