quick dabble at 10:30pm, take this and let me die.

"Hey, Lance..."

"7 years...huh?"

"Honestly...It went by too fast"

"I wish you were here,"

"I miss you.."

"I know sacrifices have to be made..." Keiths voice croaked as he held the paper airplane close to his chest.

"But...you were a sacrifice I wasn't ready to take..." He choked out a sob and hit tears clouded his vision.

"I cut my mullet...I have for the past 2 years.."

he chuckled remembering all those dumb mullet jokes Lance would make,

"Hey, Keith.?"

"Yeah, Lance?"

"You should really cut your mullet, you'd look sexy with an undercut, ponytails don't suit you."

he could remember it as if Lance were telling him right then and there.

"I got an undercut...like you wanted.."

"You were right.." he chuckled softly, tears falling from his cheeks onto the grass, some hitting the small airplane.

"I do look..sexy, with an undercut,"

"I wish you were here to see it."

"To meet Marco, and little Lucía"

"They want to meet their papá.."

he looked at the airplane before looking at the gravestone infront of him.

~Here lies the body of Lance McClain,
Paladin of the Blue lion, of Voltron,    
Defender of the universe.

His sacrifice shall not be forgotten.~

(I told y'all I was sick)

"I-I brought another plane."

"I wrote down some stuff from your diary in it, nothing too personal.."

"..just some dabbles you wrote about your time in space."

"And- you were right."

"814 planes..."

"Still not everything about you.."

he paused before continuing, anything sob escaping him.

"I'm so sorry-" He paced a white rose by the grave

"If I had got there sooner..."

"you'd be here..."

He then looked at his watch, frowning.

"I've got to go..."

"I can't be late to Lucías play,"

"I promised her I'd show up."

"This is Keith Kogane-McClain..."

"Signing off."

"It was an honor flying with you, Lance."

he then lightly threw the paper airplain, watching as it looped and twirled in the wind, flying out of reach...

...like Lance.