A/N: this is a repost for a contest entry I submitted. I won first place with it on MariChat4LifeBrah 's contest! Anyway, this is a Voltron fanfic, I hope it's not too terrible...

Second person:

Lance had long awaited this day, having been eagerly checking the weather forecast multiple times throughout the week. There was going to be a thunderstorm, and rainy days are the best date days; the two of you love the rain. When the time finally arrived, he sent you a text before Friday classes at the Garrison.

hey cariño, date at my place later? ;)

You beamed as you opened the message, the action contrasting with this week's annoyed mood. You typed back a response right away. sure, I'll be there. love you <3

Classes dragged on after that. It was the end of a sluggish week; the only thing keeping you awake was the thought of the date you'd have later. You buried your head into the sleeves of the oversized sweatshirt you stole from him and let out a silent groan. Final class.

Time stumbled by and you were dismissed, heading over to his house when it started to drizzle. You grinned as you felt a droplet rush down the bridge of your nose, your footsteps tapping and soon splashing on the pavement. Continuing on your way, you welcomed the rain that soaked your skin. The storm washed away the impurities of the terrible week.

When you reached the door, you knocked rhythmically three times and were greeted by Lance.

"Hey, mi amor," he said sleepily, opening his arms for a hug.

"Hello," you replied with a smile. You walked into his embrace and returned it, despite being slightly wet with rainwater. You leaned up to peck his lips before nuzzling into his chest, and he placed his chin on your shoulder when you pulled away. "Tired?" you asked quietly.

You felt him nod his head as he hummed in verification, his hands trailing down your arms to grab your hands.

You lifted your head to look at him, "let's have a lazy day."

"Sounds great," he chuckled, dragging you into the living room. You followed him there and laughed as he fell back onto the couch, pulling you into his lap.

Laying down on top of him, you folded your arms over his chest and he wrapped his around your waist.

"How're things?" you inquired nonchalantly.

Lance still managed a signature smirk despite his clear lack of sleep. "They're pretty good, with you right here by my side and Keith finally gone," he informed, growing annoyed by the mention of his rival.

"Aw, what was so bad about him? Were you jealous?" you teased, sure to drag out "jealous" and to lean closer.

"Oh, come on! He was so out to get me!" he defended, suddenly not as sleepy. "He was so going to steal you from me!" He shifted to hold you more protectively.

You laughed at his demeanor, reassuring him with a sweet smile. "I wouldn't let that happen."

The rain was becoming heavier outside. The drops drummed on the window just behind the couch, creating an inconsistent melody that penetrated the following silence.

The first roll of the thunder snapped after a while and you flinched in surprise. Lance began caressing your hair, causing you to relax back into his figure in seconds. With a gentle smile, you leaned on one arm to reach out to his face, stroking his cheek with a delicate touch.

It was calm moments like these that you cherished most.

The two of you stared at each other lovingly, his oceanic gaze laced with admiration. You traced light patterns on his face while he continued to play with your hair. You could hear his heartbeat through the echo of the rain; it was the only sound accompanying the orchestra of the weather, along with soft breaths from you both.

Lightning flashed, a brief impression in the dreary, gray clouds. You dozed off momentarily to peer at the scene out the window, letting your hand cease its movement. Lance kept his eyes on you. Everything he loved about you seemed to come to mind at that instant.

When you came back to your senses, you noticed him looking at you, turning your head to him with a blush and slightly wide eyes.

Lance simply smiled in return, tilting his head to kiss your hand. "I love you so much," he mumbled, resting his cheek in your palm.

Your flustered face remained pink, but you smiled back nonetheless, lost in his aquatic blue orbs. "I love you, too," you replied.

"The rain is peaceful, don't you think?"

~

That was all in the past.

Your lips perked up into a melancholic resemblance of a smile. The team had just completed a mission and now everyone was doing their own thing to unwind. Sitting in the lounge area, you had a minute of recollection. Your mind wandered, causing you to realize just how much you missed Earth. Just how much you missed the rain. Just how much you missed your old life.

You remembered your dates with Lance. Enjoying the rain or having him help you study Spanish. Taking beach road trips to walk along the shore and enjoy his company. When his little siblings teased the two of you when you hung out around them.

You remembered the simpler moments; the little things that you could smile about. Passing notes with Lance in class, joining Hunk and Pidge for the lunch break, exchanging snarky jokes with Keith (before he was booted and whenever Lance wouldn't freak out about it). You forced a small laugh at that last one.

And... your family.

Tears filled your eyes at the thought of it, the deception of the gleeful past melting away. Your hands clenched into fists in attempt to better conceal your sadness. You stood up abruptly from the seat, nearly collapsing again from the strain of your heavy heart.

Traipsing swiftly to Lance's room, your head down while you took the route you had memorized by heart, a few unsolicited tears streamed down your cheeks. Your mind was teeming with thoughts and you couldn't have responded to anyone you may have passed in the halls. You let out jagged breaths at his door, from both the running and crying.

Raising an unsteady hand, you faltered while you were about to knock. You almost gave into the grief from the memory of that fateful lazy day. You knocked lightly three times.

You heard a muffled "come in" from the room to invite you in. Using the panel on the wall, you opened the door and entered, immediately shutting it behind you and sinking to the floor. Choked sobs racked your body and Lance promptly looked at you.

"Wha– (Y/N)!" he recognized, scrambling to stand and approach you. He pecked the top of your head when he knelt down beside you, rubbing your back in comforting circles. "Hey, hey, what's wrong, mi amor?" he questioned gently.

You cried harder at the use of the nickname, it pulled you further into the figments of the past. What you'd give to be able to relive that day.

Lance frowned, for he didn't want you to be in such a dismal mood. Wrapping a careful arm around your shoulders, he picked you up and sat down on the bed with you in his lap. Your arms latched around his neck as you once again hid your face in his chest. Only this time his shirt was stained with tears, not rainwater.

Reaching across the bed, he grabbed his discarded jacket to drape over your shoulders. He whispered soothing words to you, keeping you drawn to his form, occasionally leaning down to kiss some teardrops away. Eventually, though, you ran out of tears to cry. Your breathing was still irregular but you mustered willpower to look him in the eyes.

"Do you want to tell me why you're upset now?" Lance prompted, tucking the hair that had fallen in your face behind your ear.

You remained silent for another long minute.

"I miss home," you blurted at last. His eyes widened, then softened as they revealed sympathy. "I-I miss Earth. I just–"

And the tears brimming your eyes spilled over once more.

Lance sighed, "oh, (N/N). I miss Earth, too. Going on dates with you, the food, the scenery, maybe even school, just a little bit." He was trying to make you laugh and you loved him for it.

His grip on your figure tightened a fraction, you felt him shaking slightly. He was trying so desperately to withdrawal the cries that threatened to escape the hollows of his chest. Peering up at him through blurred vision, you realized that he, too, had let his tears fall.

Lance stared right back into your own eyes. "Our families are back there, too. W-We're all we have r-right now," he said, voice on the verge of breaking. "B-But we're here for each other, right..?"

A strained sob accompanied his ragged breaths while he cried. His head fell onto your shoulder, seeking comfort.

You sniffled. Nothing made you recover from your own sadness faster than the need to heal Lance's. Wrapping your arms around him even more securely, you brought your hand up to trail through his hair. "I-I'm here for you, alright?" you spoke softly in his ear.

The two of you sat there as time marched on. You provided condolences for one another, supported by the embrace you shared. That's what you were; supports, the foundations willing to aid each other.

Tears dried, evident by the streaks that remained on your faces.

"Everything will be okay... it has to be, it will be..." Lance soothed, still hugging you.

Silence ensued, an empty void hanging in the air, foregoing the interruption...

"The rain," you murmured through the stillness. "I miss the rain."

"Me, too."

Only a sense of nostalgia.

WORD COUNT: 1600

A/N: next I'll be submitting another prompt entry for the TeenFiction prompt contest! Also, I'd like to mention that constructive criticism is always welcome :)

~Madrcar