"Hey, Dad... Heard you were packing up his stuff, do you need any help?" Leo stood in the doorway, eyes etched with sorrow. Luna looked back at her brother mimicking his expression and gazed back wearily at their father. Neither of the two could see his face, nor did they think they wanted to.

Appearance wise, their dad's face would be old and weathered, skin pale and dull but looked almost soft to the touch. His glasses perched on the edge of his dainty nose amongst many wrinkles, creases and dry tears. But what they couldn't see was the small glimmer of a smile on his chapped lips, looking into a picture frame held by his strong hand. It was him and his lover, stood on a beach, hand in hand amongst their four other best friends. Some still alive, others parted years before. He shook almost unnoticeably, small creeks made by his feet on the polished oak flooring. He tucked the folded photo back into his jacket pocket a long with a ring gathered on a string, still not meeting eyes with his two children.

"No, no... I'm fine to start off. You two head home, Allura and Uncle Hunk will be over soon to help. Don't you worry."

The siblings stared at each other not really convinced, but knew that arguing would get them nowhere with their dad. He always won.

"Okay... We'll see you tomorrow, yeah?" Luna walked over with her brother in tow, hugging their dad tightly around the chest.

He chuckled softly, "yes, I will."

He didn't see his son and daughter out the door, instead just stood in the same place he had been for a long time- in front of the picture wall. Memories gazed back at him, all happy and full of joy.

Their first date...

The parties they went to...

Space adventures they went on...

All the lions and Paladins...

Group pictures with all their friends...

Shiro...

Allura...

Pidge...

Hunk...

Coran...

Their wedding day...

Leo and Luna's first day at Nursery...

Kindergarten...

Elementary...

Middle school...

High school...

Graduation...

College...

University...

Their children's own wedding days...

Their grand children in the hospital...

He smiled at every single one.

The widower took a step away from the wall and scanned the room thoroughly, looking for an answer to a question he hadn't even asked. That was when his sight landed on the table before him. More specifically, a neatly folded piece of paper before him.

The man furrowed his eyebrows in deep confusion. He swore he had never seen that there before, and a sweat began to drip on his brow. In some kind of mild concern he looked around the room once again to see where it could have come from, to his own avail- nothing gave an answer.

The paper and him launched into a staring contest of who would crack first. He didn't know whether to bin it, or read it...

The quiet draped in the empty household in a thick duvet, amplifying his own thoughts louder and louder to the point of deafening.

Giving into the famished temptation, a tentative twitch shocked through his hand as he reached down for the paper.

Picking it up closer to his body, he turned it over to read the curvy handwriting on the other side,

"For Keith~"

Keith was stunned, the writing on the paper seemed too familiar to him, but the possibility of the person part of him knew it would be, was completely shut down and made him truly clueless.

He unfolded the paper addressed to his name reading the title, only making his whole figure shake violently having him take a seat against the bedroom wall.

He shook his head partly in denial, partly to make sense of what words he had just read. He looked again and gasped. There was nothing false about it. His eyes were not playing tricks. What he read, was what the title had been written in the same curvy handwriting as the person he had blocked from his ideas.

He read it once again. Again and again and again and again and it just wouldn't go away.

He took a shaky breath, praying that if he read it out loud it would all make sense and he would be wrong... But he wasn't.

""From Afar" A message for Keith by Lance McClain"

He cried. He poured out his sorrow and joy and could not stop. He kept crying out his name just like he had done at his deathbed. But read on, collecting himself eventually.

He laughed.

He cried more.

He smiled.

He felt loved.

Every beautifully strung together word dancing around like stars patterning a midnight sky. And once he had gotten to the end, he expected himself to be petrified. But the fact that Lance had written this to him even though he was dead, was enough to make him feel safe. Make him feel more loved than he ever had before.

After reading the letter, he folded it up to place in his pocket along with the old photo from decades ago. Keith could feel Lance's arms snake around him again even if only for a short moment. And smiled.


Allura and Hunk made their way up the stairs towards the master bedroom (no doubtably where Keith was packing his boxes).

They gave a small rap on the door before entering, shocked at what they saw in front of them.

A large pile of clothes, items, shoes, bedding and nick-knacks they both knew could only belong to the one person who wasn't there.

"Keith..." Allura stepped forward into the room, eyes utterly disheveled and heaving with confusion, "are you sure you want to put all of this away?"

"Yes," he said calmly, feeling the two pieces of paper and ring warm up in his chest pocket, "I have all I need."

Authors Note: Heyyyyyy... Kinda forgot to upload this chapter -_-

It's okay. Burn me at the stake if you must.

This was a crappy two-shot I'm not gonna lie xD Really rushed and one of my worst pieces of work most probably.

But yeah. It is what it is.

I have two Voltron stories in progress! (One actual series and one MASSIVE one-shot! All Klance, don't worry.)

ALSO recently, I have read some stories from an Author on here called "speaks"

THEY HAVE HONESTLY MADE IT INTO MY TOP 3 LIST OF FAVOURITE WRITERS!

YOU NEED TO CHECK THEM OUT, LIKE, NOW!

Anyway, see you next time!

-L.E-Rae _x_