The strange things we do to just preserve memories.

The terrifying worries we have that seem to make no sence,

Like how he fears that if his hair is cut wrong he won't be recognisable.

Or how he freaks out on people and screams curses at them for touching the jacket.

Oh that jacket...

How he keeps it on himself all the time,

How he is saddened by the fact that it has lost its original sent,

How he makes sure it is in utmost care from keeping it from getting torn to doing his best to make sure it was never stained,

It seems pathetic how he dragged this tattered and old jacket around for years.

To others is was just a jacket...

To him it was the world.

Every time it came to getting his hair cut he always made sure that it was exactly the same so that when he met up with him, he would be able to say what he normally does.

But one day he realized it needed to stop, and got it cut shorter then normal...he felt so sad about it but new it was for the best.

Every day he would talk to him, but he always was disappointed when he never got any reply.

Why he spent so much time hoping for an answer was anybody guess.

Every time it went something like his...

"Hey...long time since i last saw you....i miss you so much, why'd you leave me, the team, everyone..."

"I wish i could join you" he would say...every time.

One day he got his wish, the boy who lost his lover, survived a space war, and lived life alone....died by a car crash.

It wouldn't have been his first pick if he chose how to go, but he was happy none the less.

Keith's pov

I blinked my eyes a few times, the new place so bright. As soon as everything came into view i saw it. That dazzling smile that could brighten anyone's day, it put the glowing bright light that just blinded me to shame.

He was still as young as i remember when he died, his tan Carmel skin practically shined from the light, his brown hair moving from the slight breeze. His hand was stretched out for me to grab, his jacket missing showing off his blue and white shirt.

"Id recognize that mullet anywhere"he says, his voice sounding like magic. It has been years since I've heard him speak.

Wait what mullet? I thought i cut it off.

I quickly bring my hands up to my hair and grab onto the long locks. Looking down i realize i was in my older cloths, the ones i wore every day.

I was younger again, i look up at lance, his hand still extended down towards me.

I stand up ignoring his hand and slam myself into him pulling him into a hug, holding him close to my chest as if i let go he would disappear again.

"I missed you...so mutch"i whisper tears falling from my eyes that are squeezed shut. I feel his arms wrap around me.

Finally we pull apart and i just admire his face. I cup his cheek and pull him in for a kiss, I've had to wait to long for this.

I felt the same spark of energy travel down my spine, the same warmth consume my stomach, the same sent that i love to get lost in consumed me, the same feeling of happiness that made my heart feel like it was going to explode right there on the spot. The same feelings I've waited so many years to feel again.

Kissing the same boy I've waited so long to see.

We finally pull apart, him resting his forehead against mine.

"I've missed you so much"he whispers to me.

"And I've loved you for so long"i tell him, his smile widens and he kisses my forehead.

"I love you too"i he whispers and takes something off my shoulders. I see what he grabbed, it was his jacket. With his jacket hanging onto his pointer and middle finger he flings it over his shoulder keeping it in his grip.

"Thanks for hanging onto this for me"he says with a chuckle. He drapes his arm over my shoulders and turns us around.

"Now some other people miss you"lance says, i look up and see shiro with his arm wrapped around alluras waist and coran standing by the happy couple twirling his mustache in his fingers.

This was absolutely...perfect.