Keith P.O.V
I miss you so much. So fucking much. Don't get me wrong, I was happy when you got chosen for the mission, but two years is a long time.

I saved every letter you wrote me
From the moment I read them
I knew you were mine

I remember every detail of the night you left. Mainly because I was trying to remember every detail of you. Your obnoxious laugh, your cute smile, your can-do attitude, everything. We were having a sort of mini party, if you could call it that.

You said you were mine
I thought you were mine

I wasn't there for most of it, and I never told you why. I was sad, Lance. So fucking sad. Call me selfish, but I didn't want you to go.

You and your words flooded my senses
Your sentences left me defenseless

Afterwards, I tapped on your bedroom door. It slid open, and you stood there in a t shirt and shorts. You said hi, and asked why I was here. I didn't know. I just wanted to see you.

You built me palaces out of paragraphs
You built cathedrals

I sorta shrugged off the question and said I wanted to say goodbye. So I came in, we sat, we talked. It must have been hours.
Then I said it.

I'm re-reading the letters you wrote me
I'm searching and scanning for answers

I asked you to write to me. Every week. You laughed, and pinky swore that you would. But I could tell you didn't take me seriously. I can remember it so clearly. You were sitting next to me, looking forward, and I could see your mouth laugh. I was dumbstruck.

In every line
For some kind of sign

I don't know why I did it. My hand reaches around your face, and turned it towards me. Then I kissed you. Only that once.

And when you were mine
The world seemed to burn, burn

I don't know what I expected. I guess I expected you to yell at me, but you just kissed me back.
Jesus lance I should've stayed. I should've told you everything.

You published the letters she wrote you
You told the whole world how you brought
This girl into our bed

But instead I left. God knows why. The next morning you were gone. But low and behold a week later, I received a letter.

In clearing your name, you have ruined our lives

Every week, no fail. Allura forbade me to send letters back, in fear it would reveal your top secret location. Those letters saved me, Lance. I missed you so fucking much.
I still do.

You and your words, obsessed with your legacy...
Your sentences border on senseless

I still reread every hopeful sentence. You would write about the people you met and even included doodles. And you ended every single letter with "Love always, Lance McClain". No fail.

And you are paranoid in every paragraph
How they perceive you
You, you, you...

You were two weeks away from coming home. Two letters away from another kiss. I had planned what I was gonna say, what I was gonna do. But then I got a different letter.

I'm erasing myself from the narrative
Let future historians wonder

It told me about a fight. It caught you by surprise

How Eliza reacted when you broke her heart

You put yourself in harms way to protect a planet, and your teammates.

You have torn it all apart

You're not coming home.

I'm watching it burn
Watching it burn

You had to be a fucking hero.

The world has no right to my heart
The world has no place in our bed

All the things I wanted to say, all the things I wanted to do, you'll never know.

They don't get to know what I said
I'm burning the memories

You had to die.

Burning the letters that might have redeemed you
You forfeit all rights to my heart
You forfeit the place in our bed

I reread your letters, hoping to find something to give me comfort.

You sleep in your office instead
With only the memories

But there is no comfort.

Of when you were mine

I love you Lance.

I hope that you burn

And ill never get to tell you that

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Oh god Keith please don't cry.
Anyways I hope you guys enjoyed this part.
(Yes I know I'm very creative with my authors note)
🤞💕Bree