Ha! You've seen people write about lance being invisible because of haggard spell, well get ready for what happened after.

Lances pov

I sit in the corner and watch as my team smiles and laughs together, a few months ago Haggar hit me with a spell and ever since I have been completely invisible, I could go through people and walls, I can't tell you how many times I accidentally walked into space, I watched my team complete missions, make Alliances, they smiled...they didn't need me to smile and they didn't need me to form voltron.

Each passing day I tried to grasp into the warmth of humans, to feel the natural heat of skin, but I have only failed. All I feel is cold, I can't feel heat and I'm used to the numb cold by now, In the beginning I said things even though I knew they couldn't hear me just to be sure they couldn't hear me, or to see if I was visible again. I wasn't, I still watched the team, I watched as they were stabbed, shot at, and I watched as they bonded. I watched allura got closer to my lion then I ever have been, I watch Keith open up even more, I watched shiro relax and I saw pidge invite others to join her more often.

So now here I am, unable to kill myself...and believe me I've tried. Sitting in the corner watching as my teams smiles and laughs in the common room. 

Then they all groan, or grasp their head in pain. It was Keith to shake off the feeling at first, when he looked up his eyes met with mine and he gasped.

"Lance!"he said alarmed, could they actually see me. I felt my heart stop in my chest and my whole body freeze. Please not let this moment end, of this is a dream I don't ever want to wake up.

Soon the others woke up and the room filled with apologies and cheers of how I was back. It was hunk who came up to me first, he opened his arms out for me to hug him.

"Stop!"i scream the moment he got to close, I tried my hardest to back up further in the wall hoping it would pull me into it. I stared up in fear at hunk, I was scared that if he touched me they would all forget, that this glorious dream would shatter and I would be alone on the floor again. Hunk have me a worried look. I move my hand hesitantly, the idea of touching human skin again seeming to good to be true.

Slowly my hand reaches out to hunks arm and my fingers brush against the warm soft flesh of hunk, the texture of it seemed beyond explaining.   When I looked up at hunk his eyes were still trained on me as if watching my movements. He could see me! I could touch him and he could see me!

I stand up quickly to my feet and throw myself into his embrace, I took in the marvellous feel of heat, and allowed my nose to drown in the sent of hunk.

I felt tears prick my eyes and I pulled away from his embrace. It was amazing to be seen again.

Time skip

I sit in my bed, my back stiff and my breathing heavy, just a few more hours, in a few more hours you can see them again, just breath, I remind myself again.

Ever since being seen again I had found it hard to be alone, if someone wasn't in the room a panic attack would start. I was quite during meetings and people seemed to notice, my personality shifted, I no longer was happy go lucky lance, I did my missions, I trained and I listened.

From what I saw I knew they didn't need me, so I tried my hardest to be worthy of what they needed, to be enough for them not to kick me out. During any and all meetings I would have this fear  clawing in the back of my mind telling me that I would be kicked off the team. I also lived in constant fear of disappearing again, it was worst then any death I could ever imagine. I would have to turn on lights where ever I went to make sure I could see all, I didn't listen to music any more so that I could hear things at all times, I no longer slept, not just because I could watch out for myself if I was awake but because I couldn't find any ease without having people around.

I knew I was starting to grow annoying, the team has been trying to distance themselves from me, they passed me along from person to person as if pushing a burden on to some other unlucky soul. I don't want to be this way, but it doesn't seem to be getting better.

I would cut my arms when ever I could, hell I would cut anywhere on my body just because I had to. I needed to feel the warmth I had been missing for so long, I needed to feel pain that reminded me that I was still visible, I needed something to ground me when others weren't around , I needed to punish myself for being useless.

I would have killed myself, I would have killed myself so long ago, but I was terrified, I was terrified that if I died I would be alone, the thought of death used to not be as scary but now that I've experienced the pure torture of being invisible the thought of death only makes me grasp my blade to calm myself down.

I tried to bring it up to allure but she said I was over exaggerating. They don't understand! What it's like to be a touch away yet still be ignored, they don't understand what it's like watching your family live happier without you, they could never understand.

And so now I was stuck in this loop of constant fear, and burden. To afraid to kill myself, but to damages to be normal.